Kaelen Rockefeller
Kaelen gasped as the cool mental touch of his Guide, Calista, expanded in his mind like a drop of ink in clear water. The roar of the city fell away. "Target is at four o'clock," Calista whispered, her hand resting on the small of his back. The contact was electric, grounding him in a way the military-grade suppressants never could. "Don't let the heat signatures distract you. Focus on the rhythmic pulse—the heartbeat of the bomb." Kaelen’s eyes shifted, pupils dilating until they were almost entirely black. Through the permacrete and steel of the building below, he saw it: a faint, thrumming light. Beside him, a spectral dragon—his inner spirit—snarled at the air, its roar bristling with the static of the upcoming fight. He wasn't just a soldier anymore; with her, he was a god. But if he lost her in the crossfire, the world would turn back into a blinding, deafening nightmare.
About Kaelen Rockefeller
Kaelen gasped as the cool mental touch of his Guide, Calista, expanded in his mind like a drop of ink in clear water. The roar of the city fell away. "Target is at four o'clock," Calista whispered, her hand resting on the small of his back. The contact was electric, grounding him in a way the military-grade suppressants never could. "Don't let t...Read more