Book 5. Chapter 43: Soul to soul
In the real world, we'd remained floating across the air, both of us spinning around weightless, while our full focus was elsewhere.
At the edge of his territory, in the great white expanse of nothingness, we grouped together.
Behind us was the comforting warmth of our current soul fractals, a home base that gave us ground to steady ourselves and push off against. Without that, as just floating souls, trying to claw our way into an occupied fractal would have been like trying to break in through a door, while floating weightlessly on the other side.
"Eight souls is no army." Father boomed across the distance. "The idea still has merit. Draw blades."
"That's Tenisent all right." A knight from House Bladeseeker muttered, thoughts tinged with a few memories of getting utterly beat down.
"Aye. And he's cranky." Another chuckled.
“When is he not?” I added, which the rest of the knights nodded sagely to.
"Shut it all.” A Stormsweeper knight said, “Lads, we only live once." An inside joke among the whole crew here.
They all knew the plan. Both their part, my part, and Journey’s part in all this.