FIFTY-SIX
Justice gaped at the floating apparition that hovered a foot above the floor of the lab, a nimbus of light surrounding it.
Gaea.
She looked exactly as she had when she had appeared to Justice in the void. Impossibly beautiful, so bright and wondrous, that she hardly seemed real.
As Rona’s startled oath rang out, Justice remembered to breathe, to blink as Gaea floated toward where they still stood with their hands clasped around the medallion, their mingled blood dripping on the mangled bed frame.
‘Well done, my daughters. You have completed the tasks set down for you before you were born.’
Justice heard a strangled gasp from Rona before she said, ‘I’m not supposed to be here. This was not my destiny. It was hers.’ Rona pulled her hand free from the medallion and pointed at
