The veins in his body felt like they were transferring liquid flame to his organs as they bubbled and boiled in the furnace of hell he inflicted upon himself as with the transformation before to be reborn with Laura and Mildred... he could feel his connection growing with the women closest to him.
It feels like my bloodline is making distinctions... Who are my wives... My empress... queens... and princesses.
His thoughts were not completely wrong as most Vesta were placed distant, still closer than ever before. He could feel their worries and dreams and even speak to them if he wished.
Oh... that girl is going to die... Quick! Dodge to your right and stab 150 degrees!
An image inside the darkness showed a Stage Four Vesta with brown hair looking stunned at the voice as a flying Stage Five mutant bird lunged at her from the sky, the sound like a jet engine flying across the street.
