Midnight had not yet understood this truth, for she believed in the permanence of the darkness she had become. She felt that nothing never changed. This belief was why she had severed ties with her Rothar and sacrificed her essence; to stop switching between her original body and her darkness form.

Freed from her body, Midnight moved within the nothing. Even in the densest structures of rock, nothing found space, and within such nothing, Midnight flowed, seeping through the mountain’s stone arteries. The voice within her remained silent, yet she believed that her Gods were with her. Midnight felt a satisfying sense of unity with the darkness and the stone, a oneness that transcended any previous bond. The darkness was no longer just a form she assumed; it was her very being. As she moved, she was both a part of the mountain and beyond it, both a part of the world and apart from it. As a being that thrived in the absence of light and energy; she was everything within the nothing.

Not only darkness, void of Rothar, could pass unimpeded. Midnight had collected Yves’ two messenger strings and also carried the third string and the beast-wizard sigil ring, which she had found behind the rock fragments marked by clawed gouges. These enchanted objects were unique in their composition, allowing her to take them past the witch runes etched into the ice chamber floor and to continue bearing them even now, within the nothing.

These objects belonged to a rare category of items that, when properly crafted and enchanted, were impervious to both physical attacks and ethereal forces. Midnight did not fully understand how that came to be, but she knew that high-quality messenger strings and beast-wizard sigil rings were immaterial and warded against damage through magic and curses. Yet, they could be seen and grasped by entities with Rothar. Remarkably, they could also be carried by Midnight, as she had come to realise. This peculiar nature allowed her to transport them through the solid rock without impediment.

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