Crossing a LineRonny opened his eyes, gasping in crisp air. The silence only augmented the sound of his shallow breathing as he sat at an old table in the basement of the safe house, surrounded by flickering sconces and lanterns. The air—as his projected senses continued to perceive—still felt cold to him as it cycled through his lungs, though the room itself was plenty warm from the flames in the fireplace. He’d retreated here from the others to track Voi without distractions. Now, he could meditate on his psychic experience alone.
During his aetheric viewing session, as Voi scouted the Fambrachs Mountains, Ronny had sensed a subtle psychic presence as well as the stormy winds and energy of the MR-6’s aether drive. He’d been worried the energy field generated by the plane might interfere
