[Formless] had always been Northern's strongest attribute. It was an ability rooted in neither conventional existence nor known frameworks—but in the state of his own soul and the anomaly that he was.
Because of this, Northern had chosen to relegate it to the background—not because he couldn't build upon it, but because he intended it as a last resort.
Even if he had never actively sought to shape his path around it, the thought had crossed his mind numerous times—what would happen if Nexus returned? If Chaos and Void tried to consume him? What if the fragile balance holding him together snapped?
[Formless] and [Nameless] were his anchors.
Since his very progress—his every achievement—was bound to the system, Northern had avoided relying on them.
Because should he lose everything…
He had no doubt that these two would remain.
And if he had built himself once, he could do it again.