The barrier surrounded the remote island disappeared. Along with that, the influence on the students of the Institute.

"What... What happened?" A junior looked around in a daze.

An army of black surrounded him and the other Institute students. Most of them were restraint.

Some students noticed the Octagram visible on the uniform of the soldiers.

"That symbol! The Illuminati." A student shouted.

The soldiers moved to the side, revealing a straight path. A Knight in black approached the students.

They knew who it was. The armor was a little different from before but it was the Dark Knight alright.

Selina lifted the helmet off her, revealing her face and her dark flowing hair.

The soldiers tapped their chest and cheered. Then they knelt down solemnly.

The students were in disbelief. Some gasped. Some froze. But all eyes were on Selina.

Selina Isles. The Dark Knight. Big Sister. The star of the freshman was actually the leader of the notorious Illuminati. Who would have guessed?

"You..." A student mumbled.

"All hail Lady Selina! Queen of the Dark Court! Lady of the Illuminati!" The soldiers roared in unison.

The students shivered by the sheer scale of the scene.

In the temple, Fate retreated as the nameless God had finally given up. The fleck of dust that had his connection crumbled into nothingness. The Phantom Dream ended. Sae fainted.

The Clones disappeared. And the Chaos Avatar returned to the small black cat.

The servants approached him.

"What a sight, Master." Crow said. "You just defeated a god."

"Eh. Not that much. This one was simply a demigod. They are still more powerful than me. I only use cheap tricks to win." The black cat jumped on Crow’s shoulder.

He tried to stay humble but his wide grin told everyone that he was extremely please with himself.

Aurora stepped forward and picked Sae up. "Um... So is this the second Lady?"

"What are you talking about?" The black cat rolled its eyes. "The second lady is always you, baby."

Aurora avoided the black cat’s gaze. She still couldn’t face outright passion radiating intensely from this little kitty.

Sparrow observed the temple. He squatted down and knocked gently on the place. Energy echoed through the stone like it was some sort of conductor.

"This temple seems different."

"Of course it is different. This temple is a giant Fate Ritual. Every stone, every design is a deliberate choice to enhance and amplify one’s power." The black cat meowed.

Sparrow’s eyelids fluttered. Thoughts blasted through his brain quickly.

"Can we... bring everything home?" Sparrow said.

"Everything?" The black cat frowned. "That is certainly possible. The best way we can do that is to bring it to the Prison."

"Where? To Fire Floor? Hellfire would eat this place entirely." Bash said.

"He has a point. I would need to create new floors for the Prison if we were to bring this temple back. We also have one giant glaring problem."

The black cat floated to the giant Ankh in the middle of the ground. The stone temple was useful but it still had the mark of Fate. If Mater wanted to rob this place, he needed to change it to Chaos instead.

"Well, boys. I think I know what we need to do next."

Prisons within the Page was still a Rank-2 Spell. Mater didn’t upgrade it while he was in the Everlasting Wilds. He didn’t have enough high-ranked Emotional Gemstones to modify it to the higher level.

But that wasn’t the case anymore. With all of the hidden organizations Mater had under him at the moment, the Dark Syndicate, the Illuminati, the Dark Court Army, he had gathered quite enough high-ranked Emotional Gemstones to do an advancement for the Prison.

"Leave me be. Help Selina settling down the students. I will call you once I finish." The black cat meowed.

"Yes, Master!" The servants bowed and disappeared. Aurora carried Sae out of the temple.

The black cat extended its hands and cracked its invisible knuckles. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

"Well then. It’s time to remodel my headquarters a little bit."

The Prison within the Pages. Originally it was a spell used to imprison the wraith. Now, as Mater was more powerful than before, he really didn’t need to imprison wraiths anymore. The Prison also outgrew its initial purpose and could be used as a homebase for him and his people.

"The Prison is an ugly name. Not suitable anymore. I will call it... Chaos Realm. In this realm, there will be many layers for each of the Chaos beings.

Infernal Floor for the demons.

Glacial Floor for the wights.

Abyssal Floor for the abominations.

Those were the original three floors. Now, I have a large amount of Psychics on me. I’d need a floor that is native to them and suitable for the Psychics to grow. The Abyssal Floor is nice and the Steam City can act as an upper city. But for a beginner Psychic, the conditions of the Abyssal Floor can be quite cruel.

This new floor will be called Psycho Floor. The floor that would be filled with Negative Emotional Spectrum so that the Psychic can grow quickly. As for what kind of thematic it should have..."

Infernal Floor was a desert with a lava river. Glacial Floor was a mountain range covered in snow with the Northern Lights on top. Abyssal Floor filled with darkness, three moons hovering in the sky, and a giant dark tree connected heaven and earth.

The Psycho Floor couldn’t be less than that.

"Crow’s Steam City is actually a good schematic on what the Psycho Floor could be. But it needs more than that. A colosseum to draw out the rage and bloodlust in people. A sensual seductive district that instill lust and envy. A minimal landscape that despair rules and sorrow fills. And finally, it needs to have horror. Wraith must be able to materialize and terrorize the Psychics, allowing the horror emotion to be generated naturally.

The first three areas are easy to make. But the final area can be quite challenging. I need Truth Dust from the Alchemists if I want to create that.

No matter. I can make the first three areas first."

The black cat extended its claw and began sketching the new Chaos Realm.