While the sprites spiralled downwards on their own erratic path, Midnight dashed along the walls with reckless abandon, plunging headlong into the cavern’s depth with daring leaps. As she descended, the temperature quickly fell, and the moisture in the air crystallised into a deceptive, slick layer of ice that coated the jagged surfaces. Midnight struggled with the perilous conditions, her claws failing to find purchase in the brittle sludge. The shadebeast hunted her undeterred by the icy terrain, traversing effortlessly over the frozen surfaces.
Did he want her to go there?
What was down there?
How could she shift her Rothar?
Midnight only knew how to feed the darkness with her energy. Before encountering the DΔϢΠΙΠƓϛ, she had fed the darkness outside of her. Should she do the same with the surges she felt underneath her skin, just feed all her —
The shadebeast caught her mid-jump between platforms. Midnight twisted to hurl her darkness claws at him, but his towering form of ever-reforming darkness simply fell into her. He overwhelmed her in size, mass and strength, his power amplified by the sheer force of his leap. Without losing momentum, the ripples of darkness surged into her, finding no resistance from her body. With his maw gaping wide, he passed straight through her. As he landed on the platform below, Midnight, thrown off course in her futile attempt to defend herself, plummeted further downward.
She had no control over her body, no means to resist the excruciating sensation that engulfed her. What she had felt with her ear and her paws was nothing compared to the agony that now flooded her being. Midnight felt herself being torn apart from the inside out — she went limp, numb, senseless, she descended into nothing —
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