The memory hit like a punch to the gut.Alexander stumbled as images flooded his mind—experiences that felt real like the broken space was pouring into his head. Beside him Kael gasped, overwhelmed by the flood of history that wasn't his.A world of glass towers reached for two suns. A civilization of beautiful beings of light and thought who had mastered reality itself. They called themselves the Architects—not because they built,. Because they designed existence. Matter, energy, time itself were their playground.The Disputed. They were the Architects children, born of their blood but never their equals. A younger species, made to help the Architects with their designs and the raw material of the universe.. The Disputed learned. They questioned. They wanted more."They were us once, " Kael whispered, tears streaming down his face. "Not human.. The same... The same feeling. Being told what you are, what you can't be."Alexander couldn't speak. The memories kept coming.The Betrayal.
Ler mais