Chapter 18: Wanderer
His thoughts were groggy, taking ages to form. Or maybe seconds? He couldn’t tell. Actually, Percy couldn’t tell much of anything at the moment. He was blind and deaf. His sense of touch was gone too. The last thing he remembered was activating his bloodline, watching it tear his soul up.
‘Either I botched it and killed myself, or I’m the clone.’
Both conclusions sounded possible, though he felt it was more productive to assume the latter.
At least, it was good he retained some sense of self this time. On his previous attempt, this had only happened on the way back. It was certainly nice to have some control over the process. Well, assuming he could figure out what was going on…
‘Let’s focus on what I can tell.’
The most prominent feeling was something attached to him, pulling him towards a certain direction. The force it exerted was currently weak, but it was strengthening very, very slowly. For now, it didn’t affect him much, but he knew it would become irresistible eventually. Perhaps it had to do with how much strength the clone – him – had left? Or maybe with how badly his main body wanted him back? Or something else entirely?
Either way, he should try finding a vessel before that happened.
‘If only I could see...’
His normal senses didn’t work, but there had to be something he could do. Concentrating outwards, he filtered out the attraction of his body, trying to grasp at anything else. For a long time, there was nothing.