He was about to leave the Black Abyss. He could feel it.
In the darkness, Chaisi slowly stroked his hand.
The hard knuckles, the slightly raised veins, the faint pulse beneath his wrist... He pushed his sleeve up slightly and felt several long scars running from his forearm down to his hand.
'It's all back.'
'I'm almost home.'
"Later, I told you to stop wasting your energy. You're one of the 99 percent of humans without a Path... No matter how hard you try, you'll never get into a Nest. I've never forgotten the look on your face back then."
Uncle Kai's voice grew closer, though Chaisi still couldn't see any source of light or an exit.
"How old were you then? A junior in college, right? You could already hold your own within the Family Faction."
By then, Chaisi had long since accepted his good luck.
