The fourth soul was especially strange. The bluish, ghastly light pulsed faintly, growing stronger with every passing second. I had never heard of anyone splitting their soul into four, but what truly chilled me was the fact that this soul wasn't even mine. It had appeared out of nowhere, now resting snugly within me as though it belonged—but its presence felt foreign, unnatural.
Whose soul is this?
The thought lingered, gnawing at my mind. If this thing was some eerie entity lurking inside me, would it try to take over? Or… was it somehow born from within me, manifesting as a fourth soul?
Pushing aside the unease, I focused on the soul's power, trying to rotate it. To my shock, as the energy stirred, the black chains constricting me began to thin. The oppressive force weighing me down was halved in an instant. Testing the change, I shifted my body, feeling the chains loosen their hold.
