There's a spell I made. Turns out it calls upon the source of chaos, the primordial waters of what created my universe. It's my trump card when things get really messy. It's usually a sure-kill against anything, if cast correctly.
If miscast, it goes out of control, and destroys the world. It sucks everything back into chaos. Because as it turns out, the spell is that source of chaos. The ultimate being. I made it into a weapon.
And then there's the part where this asshole killed all my friends and blackmailed me to cast it, so he could mess me up and destroy everything.
He won that fight. So long story short: this is the beginning of my spell, bleeding over, about to officially lose its shit.