Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Lucien sighed under his breath, not unfamiliar with her riddles. "Beings born from the remnants of Mark’s original body," he replied. "Fragments of what was left behind after his body was sealed away. Pure anomalies that feed on souls and mutate reality. And Vespers... they’re humans who undergo Null Transformation using the blood of Mark’s original body. Mutated, twisted, but vastly powerful."

He paused a beat before continuing. "And then there’s the Doomreavers. The final form of a human and Null whose bodies have been utterly consumed and corrupted by the blood of Mark’s original body. Beings of annihilation."

The Witch of the North nodded slowly, her fingers intertwining as a glimmer of pink light pulsed at her palm. "Exactly," she whispered. "But I don’t have that blood. I don’t want that blood. So Max... won’t be walking the same path."

Her voice dipped lower, more deliberate. "But guess what he does have? Something that Mark also possessed. Something pure, violent, and ever-hungry."

Lucien’s eyes narrowed. "...Infernal Energy."

"Yes... infernal energy," she murmured, almost reverently. "You wouldn’t believe what I discovered when I examined Max’s body just now. His entire being... it’s attuned to it. His mana and infernal energy don’t conflict. They coexist. That shouldn’t be possible. Infernal energy is inherently chaotic—it erodes, it devours, it corrupts. And yet, inside him, it behaves like it belongs. Like it’s been with him forever." She tilted her head, amused. "But I remember the child I once marked. He wasn’t like this. Not even close."

She paused briefly, letting the revelation sink in before continuing. "Anyway, here’s the core of my plan—what I intend to do with the artificial soul. Just like a human undergoing Null Transformation with that cursed blood gives rise to a Vesper or worse... Max will undergo something similar. But not with Mark’s blood. No, his transformation will be fueled entirely by infernal energy. Instead of tearing him apart, it will build him."

Her tone sharpened slightly. "But in order for the artificial soul to truly take root, to grow stable and self-sustaining, the Yang Soul must be removed. If I don’t, the moment the new soul begins to form, it will collide with the remnants of the Yang Soul—and the resulting imbalance would destroy everything. Not just his soul. His body. His existence."

She looked Lucien directly in the eyes now, voice calm but firm. "That’s the price. The Yang Soul must go. Only then can something truly new take its place."