Nomad was now alive.
The Progeny's cosmic sails, which were glowing with a mix of gold and silver starlight, took in the light of the sun. Inside the cockpit, the dead consoles instantly came on.
They had survived. But the relief they felt was weak and it did not last long at all.
Jonah was on the pilot's chair with his hands resting on the controls. He could feel Nomad's power around him. But underneath it, the scar on his soul was still there.
"Let's see what else is out there," he said in a low voice.
Vanessa and Ariana watched closely as he closed his eyes.
First, he looked for the familiar ugly feeling. The corrupted trace of Silas.
But as he focused, pushing past the pain of the connection, he felt… more.
They were weak and dormant. But they were there. Many of them. Maybe more. And they were not scattered across the world. They were all together in one place.
He quickly opened his eyes. They were wide with horror.
