Ophelia was stunned when she heard that last part.
"What do you mean weak?" she asked. She wanted to be sure she heard him completely.
"I have no power, no way to control things. The universe is currently running on an autopilot system that I have been preparing for ages.
I had a feeling that I would not be able to stop this, and so I focused on getting what was needed to ensure that everything could run automatically, and that is the throne, my throne."
Ophelia walked back to her couch. She sat down and buried her head into her palm.
"You have to be joking. You have to be playing me, Order, because what the hell is all this?" she yelled in anger.
"You honestly have to see it from my view. I am Order. I am the being that ensures everything is how it is meant to be. How do you think the primordials and the gods would react if they discovered that I was incapable of doing the one thing I was created for doing?"
