Chapter 7
“Simply put, finding one’s transcendent is the greatest gift the omniverse can ever bestow.” – Empress Ophelia, The Lost Book Of Transcendence
Rose Archer leans against a teenage girl with brown hair, ebony eyes, and lovely curves. My sentient, which had been losing it before, now fall silent. Blue sentient rise up from my skin. I don’t ask them to do this; they make the movement on their own.
Sentient acting without commands? That simply doesn’t happen.
My sentient float across the room to hover around the girl. Our gazes lock. Parts of my soul twist. Energies shift. Connections form. My sentient whirl about her, creating a thin haze around her body. The sight sends a pang of shock up my torso. This isn’t supposed to happen. Once sentient bond to their host, they aren’t able
