If Ben's consciousness resembled an ancient mountain range, then Kai's consciousness could only be described as a natural disaster.
The moment Penelope stepped through the connection, she was greeted by a world of fire.
Flames danced across the horizon.
Volcanoes erupted in the distance.
Molten rivers carved their way through the landscape.
The sky itself burned with shades of crimson and gold.
Everything moved.
Everything changed.
Nothing remained still.
Penelope stared.
Then immediately understood why Kai struggled to sit quietly for longer than five minutes.
His consciousness was exactly like him.
Chaotic.
Loud.
And entirely too energetic.
"Well," she muttered. "That explains a lot."
Somewhere in the distance, a massive pillar of flame exploded into the sky.
She jumped.
Then glared at the heavens.
"Now you're just showing off."
The fire pillar responded by growing even larger.
Penelope wasn't sure if that was a coincidence.
