Chapter 10
“No matter what the fight, ensure that many battle as one.” – Wu Zhao Zetain, The Art Of Sentient War
I stand outside Meimi’s door, summon my vision sentient, and issue a command.
Show me Slate and Justice.
Blue particles lift from my skin, rising into a loop before me. The tiny bits of azure whirl about. More follow until a two-dimensional whirlpool of blue hangs in the air. Now, if I wanted to open a drift void to visit my home planet, I could punch or walk through this circle of blue sentient.
But I don’t.
Why? There’s no knowing why my sentient wish me to look in on my brothers. Opening a full drift void would expose my location. Instead, I reach my hands into the center of the thin plate of sentient before me and pull. This opens a view to my home world, what’s called
