Niall now felt himself rising above his own slumped body, not so much forced into the astral as ascended into it. He saw the whole of the pattern around him and drew it down, through the focal point within himself, concentrating it, filling the cauldron to overflowing. It shone like the bright Dagda’s own, but around it the darkness of the vengeful Morrigan herself grew and cloaked his body like a black glove.