The flight to the Glass Plains was a silent, tense journey through a scarred sky. Roewi remained a figure of still intensity, the Orb a silent moon orbiting his shoulder, its light casting shifting silver patterns on the transport’s dull metal walls. The physical changes were accelerating. The filigree had spread across the back of his hands, and when he spoke, his voice held a faint, harmonic echo, as if two beings were speaking in perfect unison.
Myra watched him, her worry a tangible force in the cabin. Kaira kept her distance, her posture rigid. She was a prisoner of circumstance, her family’s influence and her own survival instinct chaining her to the very anomaly she had been taught to fear. Her teammate, Liana, barely looked up from her sedated friend, Jax.
[The Telnor unit’s coop
