Descend- Seeing Stars by Sean Oswald (the ebook reader .TXT) 📕

thousands of PSI blades edged with temporal power to go spinning out and ripping up the enemy ships. His attacks were so powerful that he was ripping holes in the continuity of the universe.

      The enemy ships were blasted to tiny fragments or cut into pieces or sometimes simply swallowed whole by a gray abyss that was on the other side. Jay didn’t know what he was looking at but knew it wasn’t part of this universe and it was a domain where time held no sway.

      He kept forcing ship after ship, fragment after fragment through the slices in time and space into what he had begun to think of as the void. His body even in the nanium enhanced form was dissolving from wielding power beyond anything he had imagined. His mind was scarred, and pain was taking over but he pushed on.

      He created the strongest walls of will he could imagine and pushed more. Nearly half a million ships, and hundreds of millions of fragments. Jay was not going to allow any part of the Forlorn to remain in his universe. So, he fed them to the gaping maw of the void which seemed endless and hungry.

Jay felt the PSI draining out of him. From trillions to billions, then millions until finally he was filled with only thousands and someone, he was barely able to focus on pulling back his energy from the thousands of ruptures in reality he had created. He sealed them as he pulled back, but the light around him was intense. The energy was pouring out of him and he screamed. It was all he knew and then a bright white light.

Chapter 32- Chasing Fire

      Jay’s body floated amidst the void of space. He wasn’t breathing. All around him was emptiness. Where there once had been thousands of enemy starships, now there was nothing but dust, maybe not even dust. Perhaps it was fitting.

      His mind flickered to consciousness. He had been made from dust as the saying went and now, he was going back to dust. Not dust in the wind, but dust in the void of space where it would float forever.

      The incredible power that had been surging through him had scoured his being. He trembled, unable to move, unable to think clearly. He had never felt this empty. His power was completely exhausted.

      Then a voice spoke to him. Was it a dream? He remembered dreams, but he hadn’t dreamed much of late. Yet hadn’t all of this started with a dream. Yes, there had been a voice in his head. A voice and pretty face that would haunt him.

      This voice wasn’t his though. It was, well, it was part of him. He felt the connection, but it wasn’t him. As he listened it wasn’t just one voice. There were many. They were calling out to him. There was something in the voices, some sentiment, or feeling that he was too tired to process.

      By this point had he been a normal human or even any other evolved human, he would have been dead, a victim of the void of space. His nanium armor had drifted into so much dust once his body had been reduced to zero PSI.

      His core was void and even the faint residual electricity in his body that allowed him to have these last thoughts of his life was fading. It had been worth it though. He had created freedom and the opportunity for life for his wives and children.

      Children. Something about the word stung his mind. The cold was beginning to permeate even his perfectly refined body. If he had still needed to breathe to live, he would have already been dead. But without movement in his core, no new PSI was being generated. The effect would be all the same.

      But that voice or voices kept pushing at his mind. Blowing back the cloud of darkness that threatened to swallow his mind. He felt a surge of power strike him as it ran up his channels. It hit his core but was too weak. It wasn’t enough to start the spinning again.

      Again, he was hit by the power. It had flavor to it. Not just one but dozens of flavors. They exploded through him and he felt pain. Once he would have thought that pain was something to be feared, fled from, or even vilified, but now he was glad for the pain. It showed that he was alive.

      The charge hit his core and caused it to turn over once. It spun once and then again. A solitary PSI point was created, and it went into turning the core again. One rotation led to another and soon it was producing thousands of PSI per second.

      The energy which was the very source of his life spread out into him and he began to truly wake up. A smile crossed his lips. He was naked and floating in space. But not for long. A simple thought triggered his metalmancy and the pieces of nanium which had either been blasted off of him or which had simply fallen off once he was completely drained, all came back and formed up his suit.

      He grinned that he didn’t need a helmet in space. At least this time he was struggling to try and draw breath into lungs that he no longer had. Now with his bearings gathered again, he heard what the voices were saying, “She has found him.”

      No further explanation was needed. He focused on where the majority of his fuses were on the remnants of the final leviathan. In an instant he was there.

      Jay looked around and found Amelia. He could talk to her from anywhere, but call it a bad habit,