The old cargo ship roared, its diesel engine screaming as it was pushed beyond its limits, as if it knew it was a projectile in this life-or-death gamble. Kael slammed the wheel, aiming straight for the hull of Julian's mothership, which was now wrapped in a distortion of silver light.
"We won't be able to breach his shields, Elian!" Kael shouted over the violent shaking of the vessel. "That silver frequency isn't just a shield, it's a spatial anomaly he created!"
I didn't answer. I was sinking into the Dissonance. The shockwave I had released earlier had wounded Julian—the man was kneeling on our deck, his white robes torn, and from the pores of his skin, silver light leaked out like corrupted blood. He was losing control over the reality he had constructed.
"You don't understand..." J
