Chapter 409: Prince Of Void
It was seamless, it was cold, it was unending, it was a shrewd feeling that couldn't even be sensed.
Because his senses were dead to begin with. But deep down in his subconscious, something could tell there was a feeling.
That part of the brain that stays passively active after the entire brain goes to sleep was watching. But with more intensive attention than what would qualify as subconscious.
The darkness was the space, the space was the darkness, there was nothing in the space that wasn't darkness.
And all that existed in this realm was just that-space and darkness.
But it wasn't just any other darkness. It was like clothes, it was as deep as blindness, the night or shadow couldn't compare to this kind of darkness.
It was the origin of nothingness, where creation had started.
Northern's subconscious watched a small orb of darkness separate itself from the space of darkness, whirling like a vortex and slowly growing bigger.
Time passed slowly as every bit of this information unfolded.
Twinkling lights formed, dancing slowly around the vast space of darkness.
What started as a small orb of darkness, soon-after what felt like eternity-stretched into an enormous orb, a world, revolving away from the darkness.
This series continued like a movie that Northern wasn't even aware he was watching.
This process repeated itself time and time again, for what his subconscious probably counted for over a thousand times.
Eventually, the darkness stayed still, unmoving, pitch black and darker than even the deepest of shadows.
The stillness continued, but essentially a change was happening, a change that couldn't be seen but could be felt.
An innate understanding entered Northern's subconscious.
It was like he could read the memory of the darkness itself, and that's how an identity of this darkness first formed in his head.
Void.
In the beginning, it existed alone, it was the source of everything.
The Void first started as a form of matter that did not emit, absorb, or reflect light, making it invisible and detectable through certain principles such as the slight movement of matter creation.
It was essentially a vast space of preternatural energy form known as essence.
This essence, however, did not stay pure to its origin. Each of the Void's matter creations carried its essence.
When they drifted further away from the Void, the matter began to evolve in shapes and sizes. The Void essence was now subjected to their evolution and its effects.
Eventually, the endpoint and best of the evolution of the Void essence was what was now addressed as Soul essence.
That was by this world; however, in some others, they call it aether, some refer to it as mana. And this was a truth Northern's subconscious could grasp because the memory of the Void was not just a memory, it was a record of space and time not limited at all in any form.
Because those matters that drifted away from the Void were worlds, birthed from this darkness, nurtured, and sent away to evolve and bloom.
Each brought forth a creation native to its nature and style of cohabitation.
And in the end, leaving the Void to its own nature-nothingness.
Something came from nothing... after a long time, eventually returns to nothing.
However, the nothing that this particular something returned to was not the Void.
When matters drifted away to form worlds, because of how powerful their source was, they were powerful enough to determine their own concept and definition of something and nothing.
Darkness came into being,
Night came into being.
The abyss came into being.
And slowly but easily, the Void itself became forgotten.
Until the Chaos Prince found it.
However, in those eons of being forgotten, in desperation to change, to also evolve, the Void gained a nature besides itself.
Absorption.
That's where the memory stopped, and it didn't even have records of its time with the Chaos Prince.
How exactly the Chaos Prince found the Void, or how he managed to absorb it and make it coexist with Chaos.
All that information was fragmented.
But through this moment that the information registered in Northern's head.
His body and soul were going through a fundamental change.
No reason other than the fact that a seed of origin was being planted inside of him.
He had assimilated with a tremendous amount of the Void.
An origination and not just any origination.
Void was the nothing that brought everything to be. While it may not be said to be a creation
of Chaos,
It was an essential reason Chaos could exist. Because, if nothing had been created, then nothing would need to be destroyed.
And now, Northern's soul was harboring both forces, one predominant to a tyrant, the other predominant to an origin.
Thus his body was beginning to adapt to the changes of his soul.
And that was possible because of a single attribute that he had.
[Formless]
Another person, whether they had a soul core or not, would have their body shattered when they carry such quiddity of power.
The Chaos Prince was special, in body and soul, he might have had a soul core or might not
have.
But being a spawn of a tyrant and an origin would have given him an edge in absorbing Void nonetheless.
That edge for Northern was [Formless], an attribute that made him a demon of flexibility and
change.
This was the moment where Northern became a Prince of Void. His body became even more formidable than a Sage's. Not to say, this was merely the beginning.
He was still at a rank where his soul needed to grow. The seed also needed to sprout and grow,
to one day become a mighty tree.
Northern's eyes slowly opened into the Limitless Void.
He could tell instantly that there had been major changes in this place.
First of all, the palace still looked the exact same way, but larger.
The pillars seemed to have multiplied.
The throne still sat alone beyond the dancing black flames.
But they were different, their edges had a bluish hue. Although he was unaffected by it,
Northern could feel the heat of the area.
Moreover, he was standing naked amidst the palace.
He looked down at his own body and didn't want to believe this was his body.
'I feel taller...'
His body was smoothly streamlined with muscles, abs, his chest was not enormous but was
firm and sturdy, his shoulders were broad, which had never been the case all his life.
Not to speak of his legs, they felt long and strong.
Northern felt so light on his feet and he had not even taken a step.
'I feel like I can jum-
As Northern leaped, in an attempt to jump, he flew away and plummeted through the roof of
the Void Palace.
He belatedly tried to redirect himself but drifted along the roof, scraping its metallic plates
and crashing into one pillar.
The pillar he crashed into crashed into another and then another and then another into
another.
Northern watched half of his beautiful palace wreck just because he tried to jump.
He looked at his hands and legs in blank surprise.
"What the hell?"
Then he placed one hand on his chest.
"I can feel the Void more vividly than I can feel Chaos. The balance of Chaos and Void has been
used. Does that mean I can use Chaos ability now and not worry about anything? Wait..."
Northern paused, caressing his desert chin.
"Let's not rush into it. Right now, there's something more important that I must do."
Northern closed his eyes and summoned the Night Terror armor, the plate of steel formed from black-blue ember of sparks and crawled all over his body, so did the helmet. Then Northern extended one hand and touched the space in front of him with a finger. Immediately the space in front of him began to shatter.
Along with a large portion of Void memories, also came an effective way to apply most of its
abilities.
Although it was the same principle that guided rift creation, Northern was just linking the space of his Limitless Void to wherever Koll and the others were currently.
And because Night Terror was there, he automatically knew where.
Koll's face contorted with intense pleasure as he watched the rift.
"It will take a little time, but your descent is here... the only person capable of stopping this
has been captured by a vengeful darkness."
His eyes ignited with sparks of adoration.
"My master, my lord and savior, I welcome you into the world again. This time, we shall
together make this world your footstool"
All of a sudden, the space began to crack right in front of all of them.
In an open space where all of them could see.
The atmosphere was tense, everything was under a suspended silence. Even the monster was
unmoving.
The drifters looked like they had met their doom. The appearance of Koll alone froze them all.
A look at him and even Zephyr could tell that this was a monster in a league he had never
faced.
It so happens that by that time also, Night Terror suddenly became immobile. Although for a different reason this was when Northern's soul began to undergo a change.
The appearance of a new rift inside this rift made all of their hearts beat fast. And they feared
that it was going to be their end undoubtedly. Until a black-suited, four-eyed demon walked out of the rift.