"You are correct, but there is always a way," the Witch of the North said with a sly smile, leaning back into her floating chair as her sharp green eyes glinted under the brim of her black hat.
Her voice was calm, but behind that calm was a confidence earned from centuries of forbidden knowledge and experimentation. "Since the day I found that boy—dying and broken—and temporarily granted him life by binding his remaining soul to Freya through my Witch Seal, I've been thinking of a permanent solution. I've studied him. Watched him. And after countless experiments over the years… I came to a very neat solution."
Lucien's eyes narrowed, a tension settling in the air as he asked, "What solution?"
The Witch of the North's smile remained, but her voice turned solemn. "I will erase his Yang Soul too."
