Mulsef was a powerful Old One, and his struggles within Seed's grasp were great, but futile. An Old One was a being who walked on many dimensions simultaneously, but everything he was had been brought to nothing in the palm of Seed.
Initially, his physical form was just a shell that he could discard if the choice demanded it, and his current humiliating position surely demanded such a choice, but he could not escape.
When Seed grabbed his head, a sealing power covered the entirety of his existence, and no matter how he tried to pull his soul away from the hand of this monster, it was useless. His Memory, Fate, and Destiny had all been compressed into the space between Seed fingers. Mulsef almost went crazy when he contemplated that such a terrifying technique was possible, and it was in the hands of this monster. Why did he bring himself into this situation? Mulsef lamented.
