Chapter SeventeenRemo Drammen wasn't dead. Worse, Remo Drammen couldn't die.
He was a being made of energy from a place far off in space called the Quasar Stellar, a world of energy, billions and billions of light-years away. A world where energy was sentient, without definite form or any shape.
“Aliens?” I repeated, not sure if I was dumbstruck or just too numb to feel, to understand.
Logan's smile held no humor. “In a way, I guess, but then who isn't?” He raised both palms, let them drop back on his lap. “There used to be two others like Remo: Arianna Lennerd and Zantry Akinzo.” Another thin smile at my shocked expression. “No one knows how the trio came to be, only that one day, they appeared wandering the Low Lands. Because the trio had never been part of a land of forms and shapes,
