Soul Battle [Part 1]

Northern sighed.

'...Still, the thought of letting that bastard in—without knowing if it would even work—it's a gamble. If I'm wrong… I might lose my soul to it.'

But what were the chances that he was wrong?

Void was the origination of all things. In a way, it was the explicit beginning. Even Chaos was born from it—at least, to some degree.

His understanding of these concepts was fragmented. He couldn't definitively say this or that, not yet.

But he was willing to bet—heavily—that the Void within him would either consume the Shadow Enthrall… or at the very least, scare the shit out of it.

However…

What if the Shadow Enthrall was ancient enough—powerful enough—to seize control of his body without disturbing the Void?

What if it could coexist with it?

Northern shook his head, chasing the thoughts away.

'The deeper I think about it, the more I overthink it. I could be right… but I could just as easily be wrong.'