Well, not your typical soul's core. A soul core had much more to do than just hold and harness Will. It was like the DNA of a soul. The purest combination of man and his Will.
Looking at the abomination– if he could even call it that, which lay at the other end of the room, Caspian couldn't help but furrow his brow.
'Of what use would the most evil part of me be to them.'
He muttered.
As he stared at the beast all he felt was irritation. They had spent so many years convincing him that he was being purified.
'Was it really the other way round?'
Of course, it couldn't be.
"Then what reason could they have had, to keep me alive even after my attempted murder."
Yes, the abomination had a Calamitous Will and maybe some sense of self that was tied to him–
'But it isn't me.'
"I would never hurt my friends and teachers, or tear down a part of the school."
All these were things Caspian had committed under the influence of Calamitous Will. The devil that slumbered inside him had kept him as far away from normal life as possible.
His teachers and fellow students were too afraid to even be in the same room as him, and the ones who did end up forcing his head into a toilet. He couldn't even remember the last time he had held a conversation for even more than a few seconds excluding the guards he was often fond of.
The only person that even came to mind was Makima.
And as he pictured her long flowing hair and slight smile Caspian could barely hold himself back from laughing.
Under whoever's orders Makima had tried killing him twice, it only made sense that the spectre had some way of manipulating the mind which was how it pushed Trevor into doing what he did.
Although it wasn't like Trevor wouldn't have still tried to kill him with or without the mental push. The truth was she tried to kill him.
And it was because of that thing, still all this could only be tied down to his association with that thing.
He had been chastised, hated, scorned and feared all his life because of that thing. Killing abominations was the reason he even wished to become a knight.
The memory of his future self he had seen, that perfect knight severing the creatures like they were nothing but slabs of butter.
He saw himself becoming a true menace in the field, which meant he was destined to be more than what he was now.
If that was the case, there was no way he could have been what got sieved out.
'The government hadn't really finished their experiment either.'
Displacing that much Calamitous Will had proved to be too dangerous. Eventually, an Event gate opened up, collapsing most of the tunnels and equipment.
At that time a large fleet of government officials had Deven deployed to handle the situation, that was all Caspian could remember.
They had never ended their project, so who's to say he wasn't meant to be the fruit of their labour?
"If that was the case…"
Caspian muttered as he glanced over at the abomination.
'That thing had to be an actual abomination.'
It isn't even meant to exist.
But was this thing even the real deal? Caspian knew that right now he was being overwhelmed with Calamitous Will and probably it had manifested physically as some mindless Demon.
If he won in here would he win out there?
There was still a massive obsidian ore deep in the mountain, holding most of the power.
'Maybe that was what Monster meant by taming.'
He couldn't possibly hold all that Calamitous Will, but maybe he could hold it long enough to get down to the base and destroy the Obsidian ore. Then all this would actually be over.
"To tame…"
He muttered as he stayed on the abomination.
How was he even expected to go about that?
He already believed that trapping the creature in the lantern-type contraption that hung open on the room's ceiling, would probably be enough.
But there was still the issue of getting the damned thing in there.
At first, he tried walking up to the beast but only bore its intimidating fangs threatening Caspian with snarls and growls.
Caspian still wasn't eager to give up he tried forcing it with the blade, threatening it by pointing at the space before the thing.
After a while, he yelled saying;
"You came from me now go back!"
The thing only snarled in response.
Caspian was exhausted not literally because he couldn't really get exhausted in a dream. But he still felt something more akin to mental exertion.
He sat at the opposite end of the room again observing the thing. Then suddenly the room shuddered.
Caspian shot up to his feet, dashing his head to the side for answers. Suddenly Monster stepped out from behind him.
"Still haven't done a thing I see?"
Monster said as it stared at the abomination with a smile.
"Never mind that. What is happening to the base?!"
"Not the base. This entire world, I can't sustain it for too long soon everything held within will be set free. Or at least my control over it would dwindle."
Monster said staring at the abomination.
"Dwindle? You're losing your world to who?"
Monster didn't answer only keeping its red eyes on the abomination with a strange expression.
"My monster. But don't bother yourself with that just take the thing and—"
"You gave me a sword that goes through my enemy like it was air. How do you expect me to tame a beast with that?!"
Caspian asked with a frown as he approached Monster and shoved the blade at him. More to hand it over with annoyance. He didn't actually hurt his lookalike.
"I never gave you a sword. You chose a sword."
Monster said as he grabbed the sword by its guard, with a wave the sword turned into a pen.
Caspian stared at the strange occurrence with wide eyes. When Monster handed him back the pen, it then turned back into a sword.
"I've given you all you need. You better make haste Caspian, lest you trap yourself in a word worse than hell."
With that Monster faded away, gone as quickly as it had appeared, and Caspian was left alone with his brows furrowed as he stared at the sword.