Edna truly had no idea how to continue this conversation with Miss Manx... Could Midnight still have blood relatives? Could she really have remembered wrong?
The first thing that woman did after ascending to the Starry Sky was use bloodline tracking to search for people! And not just her own relatives.
Midnight might have had plenty of flaws, but she had indeed been loyal to her love. Her greatest regret was the disappearance of her lover... At the time, she still did not know that Kelemvor had become the God of Death, so she had tried to search for his soul in the River Styx and for his blood relatives on Toril.
Unfortunately, both she and Kelemvor were destined to be utterly alone.
Thus, Edna had never really doubted her own identity... Without a bloodline, if she had randomly sought someone to serve as a vessel, then the descendant of Black Eye truly would have been the more suitable choice.
After all, no matter how human her body had been, Black Eye had already begun merging with the Magic Weave by then. Her descendants were naturally close to the Magic Weave.
So what exactly was this one before her? She truly had no idea... But the young girl could not help muttering inwardly: After Midnight became divine, her appearance had actually changed somewhat from the past. Who else could remember this childish form that even she herself had almost forgotten?
This trap that had somehow been prepared in advance could not really have been created by Cyric, could it?
Could Ao truly be that ruthless?
Surely, just when Edna had finally found a way out, he had not released Cyric—who had been imprisoned for less than two years—the very next moment?
But Mask... Given the current state of the Shadowfell,