44 Thorne
“At some point, every warrior faces their last battle. Let yours be fought with honor.” – Wu Zhao Zetain, The Art of Sentient War
My father crouches in the small metal room. He’s already an extra foot tall, thanks to his battle sentient. Moving quickly, I shift my stance so Meimi is behind me. If nothing else, I can use my body as a barrier between her and Cole. My heart thuds against my rib cage. Scenarios race through my head.
The last time Cole appeared, I was able to bring my father back. It hurt like hell, but it worked.
The key is to get him talking.
“How did you find me?” I ask.
“The moment I detected that Justice had a transcendent here, I knew you’d deny your crimes. Thanks to my weakness, I couldn’t bring myself kill you before without proof.”
“That’s not weaknes
