Mercy clapped her hands, grinning like a scientist who had just made some grand discovery. “We need a weapon that can penetrate Hanak Tuvar’s distortion field,” she said. “As you’ve seen, most projectile-based weapons are useless.”
“So, what should we use?” Tommy asked.
“To stop the darkness, we will call upon the light.”
Kalia strode up beside Desa, her face pinched into an expression of disapproval. “Very poetic,” she said. “But perhaps you could offer something more practical.”
To answer that, Mercy dabbed her brush in black paint and drew a wave underneath her sideways rainbow. A simple curve that rose up to a peak then down to a trough. She repeated that further down the page, only this wave had the peaks and troughs scrunched closer together. Finally, at the very bottom of the ca
