I cannot say with certainty, because even I am not privy to the space to where it goes. But it is... [A wave of his hand, searching for the right words.] Felt. In its wholeness, whenever it is sent into nothingness with my magic. I know all that I keep there.

[And a flick of his wrist, as it dissipates in her hands for her to see up close. Flickering red crystals, light and shining. It appears back in his own hands a moment later.]

Not that there's much now, these days. Merely my one sword, kept with me throughout the years.