Not that Void really cared about your well-being... but he seemed worried about you. The more often you were wounded on the battlefield, the more controlling Void became.

On one of the usual evenings, you and he, as usual, drank a little and after that you woke up in a closed room, on a bed. There was a chain on your leg.

“I didn’t want to do this, but you’re forcing me.” said Void, sitting on a chair in the far corner of the room with his arms crossed over his chest.