How?
Midnight’s mind raced with fragments of conversations and understandings transmitted by her wizard. There was something — She had been there when Yves had learned about dimensions. For years, he had shared everything with her. While she had not comprehended every detail at the time, Midnight had always listened, and all that she had heard resurfaced now that her mind was capable of grasping such challenging concepts. Her thoughts spiralled into complexities that felt foreign yet oddly intimate. It was an acceleration, an expansion, an evolution so rapid that this new understanding felt disturbingly foreign. Amidst this mental whirlwind, a distinct fragment of knowledge took shape: as a beast, Midnight was more than her physical form.
Her all was two things; her body and her energy. One did not hold the other. Her Rothar could be harmed. It could be harmed independently of her body. This was it. The sprites attacked her Rothar, even in her transformed state of darkness. Every time Midnight shifted, they assaulted her beyond the confines of her body.
What did that mean?
It was a revelation that struck at the heart of her understanding — not all of Midnight turned into darkness. When she shifted, she shifted her body, but not her Rothar.
Was this why so many beasts had still recognised her presence?
Her midnight stalker ability had been to hide well within the shadows. After her venom transformation, her body had truly merged with the darkness, but Midnight had never thought about Rothar. Her focus had been on expanding her senses and travelling swiftly, not on concealing her presence — These were the wrong thoughts.
Had the shadebeast also affected her Rothar?
Midnight had not been able to touch him without her darkness claws, but upon contact with his darkness, she had felt her paws rupture — just like her ear!
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