Northern said nothing, just stared at the Summon. The game he was playing was dangerous—perhaps recklessly so—but he wouldn't be attempting this if he didn't trust Nebulous Lord.
The Summon had the ability to become anything he ate. What Northern wanted was simple in concept, impossible in execution: Lord needed to consume Chaos and embody it without devouring the Queen herself.
Even Northern found this difficult to conceptualize. But that was precisely the point—he wanted Lord to find a way past this trial. He wanted all of his summons to grow stronger.
The alternative was unpleasant to consider. He could kill Lord and Abyss Tyrant, bind them as echoes, anchor them to his soul permanently. There were advantages to that approach. Recursive Generation would apply to them then, driving constant evolution. But there were costs too.
If they remained unbound, they stayed their own persons. Independent. Capable of decisions he hadn't predetermined.
