Simultaneously, her mind wandered, stalking the vast territory that was all of her new thoughts. One of them was that if the beams were a phenomenon bound to the Raja Siena, they might not haunt her once she surfaced closer to the Snowtrail. From this idea, countless others branched off, each considering the consequences that could arise from this possibility. However, such thoughts were mere speculation. They were not reality, and they might never be. For now, there was only the present. To roam freely, Midnight would eventually need to find a way to sustain herself, to preserve the remaining currents of darkness attached to her essence. But for now, she was progressing.
Yet as she pressed forward, a new thought began to uncurl within her, subtle yet insistent — a serpent of realisation that slowly rose and demanded her attention: Midnight could live within the mountain. She could remain in the darkness of the Albweiss. Here, she could learn from the creatures of shadow, seek out the DΔϢΠΙΠƓϛ, and reveal to them what she had become. Among the beings of darkness, she could learn, grow and evolve. She would thrive. She would become more. The thought of seeking the DΔϢΠΙΠƓϛ coiled firmly around her mind, filling her with a sense of purpose. She could prove to them that their faith in her potential had not been misplaced.
She might. After learning about Yves’ fate. Midnight could not sense whether her wizard still walked the earth or if he had fallen to the Vicha. Her connection to him was frayed, perhaps severed entirely. Without knowing what had become of him, she could not fully embrace the new path bestowed upon her by the DΔϢΠΙΠƓϛ. However, if the wizard that she once chose as her companion had indeed perished, then Midnight would return to the mountain and seek out the Gods that had chosen her.
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