The darkness that followed was absolute; not the familiar darkness of night, where ςεψ still governed the world with her pale radiance, but the total erasure of unbound light. T̰́̇ͦ̀è̸̷̸̬̤̗̊_̸̵̰̦̗̒͜ȟ̗̍ͤa̶͉͉͍̭̰̅̀̈͜ͅȓ̶̶̛̦͇͙̟̈̿͒ͮ͑̋̚͡u̟͖͔̖̙͙͆̄̿ͩͧ̃̽̓̈̌̀͟͞n swallowed ςεψ’s watchful glow, and βυγς, and every single star between heaven and earth. He swallowed the lightning that had moments before torn through the crater, together with every trembling reflections upon the mirror beneath Yves’ feet. Through First Sight there was only the dark. Even through Second Sight, Yves found nothing; no ethereal residue, no compensating currents of Adhar by which to orient himself. The ruins around him, the flaming-flaring violence below, the mirror in front of him, and Midnight at his side —
all dissolved into the same
depthless
black.
