"Soul Subjugation!"
The words left Finn's mouth with a finality that resonated through the chamber. The green flame suspended in the air shuddered, twisted, and then collapsed into itself before rushing towards him rapidly, straight towards the very depths of his soul.
He braced himself for the familiar sensation of soul debt. The violent negotiation and struggle that always came when an Ossuarist assimilated a soul mass, when the soul tried to assert its will…
But it never came.
Instead, there was silence. The Crimson Tyrant's soul mass simply settled into his soul quietly, devoid of any chaotic will whatsoever. Finn felt it anchor and integrate seamlessly with his own consciousness. And as it did, something changed.
He felt heavier. Not physically — his body weighed the same. But his presence felt denser. Like the space he occupied had become more concentrated, more real than the space around him. As if reality itself had to work harder to contain him now.
