A thousand lives—but none of them truly yours. Without the soul, you are but a hollow echo. Not even a ghost remains in the machine—only data.
—Estia Stardust, Revolution
CHAPTER 33
Kaylie took careful, measured steps, the pistol raised.
“You’re more resourceful than I thought,” Niruku said.
As he spoke, the glowing orb fluctuated in time with his voice.
“What-what are you?” Kaylie asked, her mouth agape.
The connection to Estia had dropped unexpectedly. She was alone now.
Was Ray still alive? Was Estia?
“I am Niruku. I have always been Niruku.”
Sanctum Sanctorum. She had heard that phrase in Italy on Earth.
She pointed the gun at the orb.
