The darkness did not end.
Lucien followed Alanthuriel through it for what felt like far longer than the distance between two places should have allowed.
There was no wind, no ground, and no stars.
Even the pressure of the Abyss that Lucien had expected never arrived.
The realization came gradually.
This was not the Abyss.
Lucien looked around more carefully.
The darkness surrounding them possessed no hostility because there was almost nothing here capable of being hostile.
Space felt unfinished.
Distance existed only because Alanthuriel continued moving.
Time passed because Lucien carried his own continuity with him.
Outside those references, the surrounding emptiness offered very little for either Law to describe.
"Nihility," Lucien murmured.
Alanthuriel glanced back.
"Part of it."
That answer immediately stopped Lucien from making the mistake of assuming this endless emptiness belonged entirely to Alanthuriel.
Nihility was too vast for that.
