His Untouchable Omega
It was snapping in half, tumbling toward the sun.
I sat back, hugging Leo. We were alive. We were free.
But as I looked at the palm of my hand, I saw a small, silver mark. It was the same mark the Proxy had. It was glowing.
A voice spoke through the pod’s speakers. It was the librarian, but his voice was distorted.
"The harvest is over, Lyra. But the infection has just begun. Welcome to Phase Three."
Suddenly, the pod’s navigation screen changed. We weren't heading for my home world. We were heading for the Dark Sector, the place where the Star-Eaters were born.