Midnight was confronted with a barrier of a different nature. Anticipating a clash of darkness and light, she believed she needed a form. She needed mass to displace the surrounding light. It took her several minutes, but eventually, the ripples of darkness that were Midnight compressed and thickened. Traversing through the mountain wall, she had learned that she could, to some extent, spread and densify her form, expanding or compressing her presence. Thus condensed, her darkness emerged into the phantom presences of the countless undisturbed nets of light covering the mountain face.

She expected her emergence to be an act of force, a conflict between opposing elements. She anticipated needing to displace the light, to become a mass of darkness pushing against a mass of light fragments — like one beast trying to repel another. However, as she manifested outside the mountain, the light did not obstruct her like an external force. Nor did it pain her to exit the absolute darkness that had claimed the mountain. Midnight was there. The light fragments were there. They inhabited the same space, and yet, they did not touch.

As a beast, Midnight could not perceive light fragments in their complete alladharian existence or adjust her depth perception in peculiar extremes like the Lightshifter wizards could. Still, with her midnight stalker senses touching upon the Alladharian Dimension, she had always excelled at noticing even the faintest phantom presences. Now, as a being of darkness, she felt the world around her with a new body. From what she currently sensed and building on what she had already concluded about her transformation, she was yet again reminded that she no longer had ties to the Alladharian Dimension. No part of her was Rothar. And with that, no part of her existed where the light fragments were. Midnight understood that she was not there, but found the concept exponentially confusing the longer her mind dwelled on it. She decided not to dwell on it any longer.

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