Darkness had not been among the elements described in her lessons with Elder Su. Ling Qi had often wondered while practicing her related arts what the Elder would say if asked what qualities the element had. Now though, she felt she knew, after immersing herself totally in in it, how could she not? Even if her transformation was still unstable and immature, she could very briefly, become little more than a shadow.
Darkness was absence, as the art described. It did not really exist, except as a gap left by something else. It was the empty spaces in the earth, the lack of light, and the void where even the wind did not reach. She had often felt muted calm while practicing her darkness arts, but now, with the deeper understanding brought by her practice of Sable Crescent Step, she felt like she had comprehended some of its true essence.
Darkness, was absence, yes, and that could mean calm and apathy, but that was not its only aspect. No, darkness was also a void, and it ached to be filled. It was want and desire and avarice, ever hungering for more, to take in and absorb everything around it. She had never felt a stronger urge to go out thieving, to take the unearned profits of her lesser peers for herself.