Another way

Luca screamed in agony as Psyros merged within him, the pain unbearable. But this time, something was different. Psyros wasn't just merging with Luca's body—he was trying to merge with Luca's soul. Luca felt an intense surge of energy as if his very essence was being torn apart, but then, as suddenly as the pain began, it stopped. Psyros pulled away from Luca's body, separating from him in a blur of dark energy.

Luca fell to the ground, gasping for breath. Slowly, he stood up, clutching his chest, and asked, "What happened?"

Psyros, hovering in his ethereal form, replied, "Your body… it's rejecting me."

Luca's eyes widened in shock. "So I'm weak after all…"

"No, Luca," Psyros said, his voice low and almost sorrowful. "I'm the weak one. Your soul is so strong that it's rejecting mine. This is happening because…"

Luca's brows furrowed. "Because of what?"