Even someone dull could tell this soul space was abnormal.
Veyrion was anything but dull.
He had lived for centuries and had seen and experienced a great many things. Yet none of them had looked like this.
His perception spread cautiously through the dark expanse, brushing against the invisible structure of the youth's soul domain. It did not feel fragile.
It felt vast.
Pure.
Stable.
It was like standing inside an ocean compressed into a single point, endless depth hidden beneath perfect stillness.
For a moment, Veyrion forgot to move.
Then realization struck him, and his will trembled.
Capacity.
This soul had an absurd capacity, far beyond what should be possible for someone who had not yet reached his previous level. Even without understanding its origin, Veyrion could sense the terrifying potential contained within it.
His thoughts ignited.
If he could seize this body…
If he could overwrite this consciousness and take control…
