After having visited the Arcanist and being present with Nightmare during his growth, Niscita returned once more to the plight of the Prince. She was getting a bit frustrated with herself, going over the journal again as well as the items in the bag. She feels like she’s missing something terribly important. But there are a few things she knows... Wherever they are, it’s probably another planet. That note was either written by someone else entirely or by whomever had been obviously trying to gain control of his mind. She’s guessing they succeeded, but whether some sort of equilibrium was reached between the two she cannot guess... The words in that note, saying that he’s safe and warning anyone about looking for him- Why leave such a thing behind if you truly did not want to be found??? Taking out the crystal she feels it in her hands again, remembering what the Arcanist said. She can detect it now too, the difference in the magic... It was like a ‘flavor’ she’d never tasted before. Similar to the taste of Shadow which she knows quite well, but not the same... She focused on it. Harder, deeper... Find the trail, magic to magic, resonate with your point of origin little stone... What other magic is just like this? Where in the universe does the highest concentration of this ‘flavor’ reside? She took a sharp breath when she realized she’d grown hot and her skin was crackling with electricity again. Oh no- what has she done??? Thankfully however, because she was focused on a task...the magic within her would discharge out and into what appeared to be.... A large portal? It reminded her of what Abyss made, and she would approach as her form cooled and look at the image it showed. After a few minutes of this she would gather some extra things, including a coat and some blankets before hopping through...
