For days I pursued the shadow in Nihil, but still my search borne no fruit. As a wielder of the Sun Arts, my strength waned under the bleak skies of Nihil, forcing me to subsist on the faint specters of light that remained. I was like a lion biting on dandelions for dinner, hungry for zebra flesh.

Still, it'd have to do. The shadow must fall.

I turned my gaze towards you, the seer who insisted on tagging alongside me.

"Cast your tracking spell again," I said, "The shadow can't be far."