Kaelen looked down at his hands. They were already turning translucent, the bones glowing faintly from within like fireflies in ice. The Tol-Sen around his neck began to vibrate, responding to the frequency building in his chest.
Every shattered Kawaks shard within a hundred miles—every piece of pink crystal embedded in Dominion warships, every fragment sold in black markets, every shard buried in unmarked graves—began to vibrate. Not in terror. In recognition.
"The story where the last Kawaks is not the end," she said. "It's the beginning."
Vex's eyes widened with delight. "There it is. The resonance. Don't fight it. Let it happen. I want to hear your note."