Northern's senses heightened as he noticed the strange resonance between his Void essence and the surrounding darkness.
The uncomfortable feeling grew stronger with each passing moment, as if the very fabric of reality was shifting around them.
But Northern was too preoccupied with saving his own life to spare a second thought to this feeling.
Koll was stubborn till the very end, pummeling him endlessly as they fell freely through the darkness.
His attacks came faster, spears leaving trails of scarlet flame that cut through the gloom. Northern parried and dodged, using every trick and ability at his disposal to stay alive.
Despite it, the unease in his soul only got worse, ultimately trying so hard to divide his focus. The darkness around them seemed to thicken, almost palpable in its intensity.
Northern gritted his teeth, refusing to be distracted. He channeled more Void essence into Soul Taker, the blade pulsing with dark energy.
