Northern placed the sword across his lap and held the soul core above it. He breathed slowly, centering himself.
[You're using Soul Thread's talent ability: Soul String]
A single thread, gossamer-thin and invisible to any eye not blessed with his sight, emerged from his fingertip. It was a peculiar sensation, like pulling a strand of his own intent into physical form. The thread shimmered with a silver-blue hue only he could perceive.
Northern guided the thread toward the soul core first. The moment it made contact, the core pulsed, its glow intensifying as if recognizing a familiar touch. The frayed ends of the Destroyer's remnant threads reached toward his, confused, desperate, lonely.
'You want connection,' Northern thought. 'I'll give you one.'
He pierced the core gently, threading through its center, and the Destroyer's essence shuddered. For a moment, Northern felt it.
A flash of alien memory swallowed him whole.
