With a surge of willpower, he called upon the black tendrils within him, forcing them to wrap around the invading presence. At that moment, he felt the First's consciousness scream in resistance as it tried to escape his grasp, but Midas held firm.
This was his Soul, and he would not let her take it.
`You thought you could steal this away from me?` Midas whispered as he heard the First's violent protests. His voice was menacing and low even though he could not move as he said `You'll wish you never tried.`
The blackness inside thickened wrapping and swallowing the invading white light. And then when the corrosion began, Midas heard a voice different from the First's. Was this the voice of the perceptive consciousness?
`Stop!! Spare me! I will tell you everything about the Test, so please. There's more to it, you know… There is a key! I'll tell you about the key!`
