Sentai Heroes Novels & Stories

His veins were glowing so brightly that the other workers had to wear darkened goggles just to look at him. "I can feel them, Rhea," Elias whispered through the mind-link. "The 'Synthetic Sentinels.' They’re patrolling the other side of the wall. They’re cold. There’s no heartbeat, no pheromones. They’re just... math. How do you fight math?" "You don't fight it," Rhea replied, stepping behind him and pressing her forehead to his damp back. "You break the equation. Math relies on logic, Elias. And there is nothing logical about what we are."

Below, the Lunar Sentients and the Horax were locked in a battle that had no rhythm, no end, no mercy. Their magic painted the air in streaks of silver and black—light clashing with dark, swords swinging between spellfire, and blood soaking into cracked stone. I watched a Sentient, young and trembling, hurl a disc of glowing moonlight at a Horax warrior—only to be impaled by a jagged obsidian spear before her spell even landed. She fell beside the man she killed. Both turned to ash when the next blast hit. Screams were like wind now—constant, shifting, endless.

She looked small, a scrap of a girl in a stained medic’s jacket, standing amidst the ruins of the most advanced security system in Eldergloom. "The girl speaks of souls while her hands are covered in the grease of a sewer," the Sentinel replied, his voice a mechanical drone that lacked any human cadence. He stood seven feet tall, his armor a polished, seamless silver that reflected the swirling sapphire twilight above. He stepped over the smoldering remains of his comrade, his heavy boots making a hollow, terrifying sound on the polished stone. "You have opened a door that only leads to your grave. Did you think a hammer could stop the Queen’s design?"