Face-to-face, Kaan stood no chance against Thessara. But when it came to possession—when Thessara tried to seize control of Kaan's body—the balance shifted.
Naturally, the body's true owner held the advantage. That was simply how the universe worked. Possessing a mortal was forbidden, and the laws of existence bent to protect the rightful soul, tipping the scales in favor of the one who belonged.
Thessara was expelled from Kaan's body, only to hurl herself back in before she could drift too far. But she was ejected again. And again. It became a relentless tug-of-war—neither willing to yield.
To any mortal passing by, the spectacle would've looked absurd: Kaan alone, flailing as if caught in some deranged dance. But the reality was far more bizarre. Thessara's ghostly form kept bursting from Kaan's flesh, only to force herself back inside. Each intrusion drained her; each expulsion sapped him.
