Eris's face was distorted with a sickening joy as she watched the events unfold below. It was a beautiful symphony of pandemonium, she wanted to go down to that world and revel in it but the amount of chaos energy that was collecting in that already poorly bound world was ripping it apart. It was only a mater of time before rifts began to open and the chaos would flow into other worlds. Her home was less at risk because it was already filled with chaos, it was made to handle quantities no beings could define by size. The energy would seek calmer worlds, likely the homes of all of those who had been trapped in that world.