PART I: THE EYE BENEATH THE HAT
The entity of the Void, still aching from the chains, forced its limbs until it stood upright. Wistert's blow had been devastating, but greed was stronger than pain.
"That child... he possesses abilities I have never witnessed," the entity growled, approaching Wistert's unconscious body. "I'll take that hat. It looks valuable."
But as it lifted the garment, the world stopped. An eye opened from the darkness of the hat, emitting a red glow so intense that it incinerated the entity's sight in a blink.
"Ahhh! My eye! Damned child!" the entity shrieked, recoiling into total darkness.
From Wistert's shadow emerged a body composed of pure magic, with fifteen eyes scattered across its anatomy, each bearing the symbol of one of the fifteen primordial magics. The voice that emanated from that form was a polyphony of women speaking in unison.
"Do you think you can steal a parasite bound to its owner?" the entity asked.
"A parasite?" the creature stammered. "Lies! A parasite cannot have such a perfect form..."
"You haven't seen anything, darling," the entity shifted shapes rapidly, mimicking familiar faces. "I exist only for my master, Wistert. And my purpose now is to destroy your soul so that you never reincarnate, nor speak to the Most Holy Siert of what you have seen."
Mercilessly, the entity drove magical threads into the creature's head, erasing its existence before merging back into the child's body. "Rest easy, my little master... I will protect you. Just as you will do for Siert."
PART II: THE HARVESTERS OF THE VOID
On the horizon of the sixth forest of the Hollow Eye, two lights approached. They were the nuns of the Church of the Void, Marey and her companion, who were performing the annual harvest of souls and hunting for entities.
"Look, Marey... it's a child!" one of them exclaimed, stopping before Wistert's body.
"It's strange. What is a child of the Dead Titans doing in this place?" Marey observed him with caution. "No matter. As part of the Church, our duty is to help. Help me lift him onto my back; we'll take him with us."
As the nuns carried the boy toward the west, the entity within Wistert watched everything with contempt. "A goddess of the Void? Churches?" the entity thought. "What nerve the Stars and Moons have... They sealed Siert in the dead parallel and now they indoctrinate her creation. One day, my lady will return, and I will prove that I—one of her works—shall surpass her ideas."
PART III: THE CHURCH OF THE WEST
They reached the church before the "Cold Hour" could freeze the Void's atmosphere. The building was a massive structure of stone and faith trying to keep the chaos under control. Five young novices came out to meet them, amazed by the guest they had brought.
"He's a child from the mountains of the beginning," Marey explained, exhausted. "Take him to a room; he needs to rest."
Upon entering the great main hall, the entity within Wistert marveled at the advancement of the clockwork technology of the place. But she was not alone in her thoughts.
"Do you think you're the only one who notices the strangeness of all this?" a deep, masculine voice resonated inside Wistert's mind.
"You're finally active, Serkerm," the female entity replied.
"Just because I was dormant doesn't mean I wasn't listening," Serkerm retorted. "Stay calm. Or do you want our lady Siert to witness another failure?"
The entity fell silent, lost in thought, while the nuns settled Wistert into a soft bed. The boy, still under the effect of the dark hunger and the trauma of the fall, slept on, unaware that his body had become the battlefield for forces that not even the churches could comprehend