Blackout
Rebel Camp
Jaylen eats another slice of orange. 
"The Lords all have Soul Void, yes. It's a blessing granted by the False One. You see, their physical body isn't their true form any longer. They sacrificed it in exchange for a more powerful one. This True Self is hidden away in the depths of the Soul Void and a proxy is created to interact with the waking world. The Soul Void is also where a lord is at their most powerful. They can shape reality to their inner most truths. Their True Self is also where their mortality lies." Jaylen licks the juice from his fingers and wipes the rest on his tunic. 

"This power the Lords possess is a direct result of The False One performing experiments with blood of the Messiah. You've come across Blood Stones. Perhaps even a Blood Gem. But the Lords were each gifted with a Blood Wish. That's what allowed them to utilize their respective Reality Marble. Their Soul Voids."

Father's Prison 
Nevermore sighs. 
"That's it? Just break it?" Nevermore groans. She considers complaining more but decides against it. She observes her shackles. "Stupid reality breaking power."

Smough's Flagship 
Smough chuckles. 
"Sorry to tell you. But Vikings aren't around anymore. The culture is dead. The bloodlines now follow Lord Valkyrie. Those tattoos in most civilized parts of the world will warrant a death sentence." Smough puffs his pipe. "If you want to help man a rigging and keep us on course. We are heading to Tinder Bay. Around the tip of Southpoint and northeast along the shore. You'll know it when you see it." Smough reaches for his pocket flask realizes it's not there and produces a flask from a different pocket entirely. "Or if you'd prefer to rest we have plenty of cots below deck. I'm sure the cook won't mind fixing you a meal. Your choice."