The air felt heavier. Logan's eyes shifted from one pleiadian Elder to another, their glowing eyes piercing through him as if removing every piece of him and joining them back together. His heart thumped fast and loud, breaking through the eerie silence that settled amongst them. Logan hesitated. Frozen in place from the weight of their stare. He wanted to ask questions, he needed answers, but words failed him. His shoulders crumbled. There was nothing more to do, it's all over now. The elder who spoke stepped forward, his golden irises glowing brightly, cutting through the dim light like shiny armor. His voice thundered, vibrating off the crystal walls around them. “You will die a painful death,” he repeated, his voice void of any emotion, casual as though stating a known fact. “But you still have a choice to make.” Logan felt a lump in his throat, his mind racing. Die? He'd faced many near death experiences but this one was different. It had a sense of finality, as if the outc

Logan felt it instantly. ‎The static buzz in the atmosphere, a feeling he was too familiar with crawling up his skin as violence erupted. His breath quickened in an instant, and all his senses sharpened as the pleiadians lunged at him. ‎ ‎Logan barely ducked as a fist flew through the space where his head had been a second earlier. Another blow was in cue, then another. Their attack was relentless. ‎ ‎It was one thing to dodge an attack, and another to refrain from hitting back when four ferocious men-looking aliens moved with lethal precision, constantly trying to knock you out. Instinctively, his hand would fly to strike, twisting with the urge to break a bone. ‎ ‎But the word "Restraint" held him back. It took a lot to hold back every instinct. ‎ ‎However, with Logan’s heightened senses, and experience in physical combat, reading attacks came easily. A shift in weight or a tightening shoulder. The angle of a foot before a strike. He anticipated strikes before t

‎The constellation burned brighter above, as if wishing luck on Logan's journey—or mourning it. He stepped out of his chamber already prepared for his departure to Shatterlands. ‎‎His gaze met Sonia as she approached him; her blonde hair, usually loose and untamed, was braided tightly and pulled back. She wore a shiny silver armor that accentuated her shape perfectly—breastplates, vambraces, and greaves—each piece etched with faint runes that shimmered each time she moved. Tonight, she looked less like a diplomat, and more like a warrior carved from moonlight. ‎‎Yuri and five other pleiadians trailed behind her, all armed with weapons humming faintly with energy. Guns. Spears. Bows and arrows tipped with glowing heads. ‎‎Logan's brow furrowed. ‎‎“Are you set?” Sonia questioned, meeting Logan's gaze. The wrinkled line on her forehead and her pressed lips did much to give away her emotions.‎‎Logan simply nodded.‎‎“Shatterlands is a seven-day walk, if we move fast,” she said,

‎Yuri stepped closer and separated the two from the long embrace. “Rejik, it's enough. He’s stable now,” he rasped, one arm braced against his sides.‎‎A large bruise had been inflicted on Yuri's abdomen. And so were the other pleiadians, with bruises on their legs and arms. One pleiadian cradled his head, crimson threading through his silver hair where Alok had stomped when he tried to hold the beast’s legs.‎‎Logan flexed his hand. His broken knuckles were whole again, leaving not even a scar. It must be his powers at work, he mused. His gaze fell to the pleiadians' sore wounds, and pity flashed across his face. ‎‎Logan noticed the way Yuri kept pressing his sides, he narrowed his gaze at the spot. “You're bleeding,” Logan said, nodding towards Yuri's side. The pool of blood darkened the sand with every step. ‎‎Yuri winced, bending over to pick up his spear. “It's just a scratch,” he shrugged. “We have to keep moving. The beast might come back for more.” ‎‎“He's right,” Soni

The air tasted bitter on Logan's lips. Right here, right now, he could burn down the entire valley to ash and it wouldn't still feel like enough. Honestly, It doesn’t really matter who he hurt this time, and it wouldn't even be the worse decision he ever made. The ground shook violently. Pebbles lifted from the dirt, trembling mid-air as if afraid of what'll happen next. Logan’s feet dragged forward, each step heavier than the last, his eyes fixed on the gruesome sight before him. Something that will likely haunt him for the rest of his life. “No,” the word cracked out of him, useless and weak. Her body lay torn across the stone floor—unmoving, breathless, and scattered. “Son—” he choked. Her name was like heavy weights on his lips, he couldn't complete it. Not after failing her like this. Logan's knees gave in and hit the rough floor. His eyes tearing up. The floating pebbles dropped all at once clattering like raind, each sharp sound echoing the truth that laid before him.