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."
