Kaelithar Manor — Kenosha Shibuya
Dust motes drifted through the warm amber light spilling across the woven nursery rug.
Elias kept his focus entirely on his right hand. He lay on his stomach, the thick wool fibers of the carpet scratching against his bare forearms. Four Giselsin months had passed since the dimensional tether last snapped him back to Earth. The brutal time dilation dictated that while he spent a single day navigating the ash-choked ruins of Vardency, his infant shell on this seeded planet aged more than a third of a year.
He possessed greater mass now. The bones in his arms carried a denser weight. The uncoordinated, misfiring synapses that plagued his earlier visits had begun to knit together, forming reliable pathways.
He sent the command down his spine.
Push.
