“T-twist…” Celestia croaked, one eye following Lightning Dust as she walked, “th-the… void… syphon… closed.” One wing flicked towards the device in Forerunner’s chest. Lightning Dust could see what the princess was indicating—the whole thing was divided into two sections. It had been opened all the way. Through the slats in the rusty metal, Lightning Dust saw only darkness, and an endless cold that spiraled into eternity. That was the darkness she felt—the one that had made even Celestia helpless.