The white expanse of the Soul Space seemed to ripple as Crul adjusted her explanation, her eyes becoming twin pools of cold, infinite data.
[Master. The harvest of passive energy is a slow, tedious path. You possess a far more direct—and dangerous—method. You can now devour life itself. Just as you did with the hatchlings in the cavern, the Void within you is the ultimate adversary of all living things. It does not simply kill; it erases and assimilates. ]
Ethan looked at his hand, where the phantom ink of the black spirals seemed to pulse even here in his mind. "I can devour anything?"
[ Anything that breathes, anything that possesses a soul, ] Crul replied, her voice dropping to a haunting, melodic register. [ The more powerful the being, the more concentrated the spiritual essence you will gain. Your Void lineage acts as the vessel, unrestricted by the laws of this world, allowing your power to swell without limit. However... you must be selective. ]
