Perception.
That was the Spirit's path. Or rather, it was the corruption of perception.
When the Spirit spoke, it didn't utter any words. It made sounds that harmonised with his perception and echoed thoughts of his own that aligned with its intent.
In simpler words, its voice made him hear what he least wanted to hear. Or made him hear what he most wanted to hear. Or what he'd never heard before.
Her intent was the foundation, and he was the core. If she wanted to break him, he'd hear his most pressing sins, and if she wanted to ensnare him, his greatest virtues would be laid bare.
When he looked at her, she was constantly growing and collapsing, constantly ballooning like a cancerous mound because she only physically existed through his perception.
If he focused too much on one of her body's parts, its entire existence would take that part as the focal point of his perception and thus grow from it.
This was a terrifying path.
