The Abandoned Luna's Return
Silas looked at the rift—the wound in reality that was still bleeding energy.
"We jump," he said. "Again."
"But this time," a new voice said, "you're going to have company."
I turned around.
Standing in the ruins was my father, Aris Vance. But he wasn't dust. He was a "Ghost-Code," a shimmering blue figure that looked like a hologram. He was holding a small, silver device—the same one he had used in the lab.