Unlike the chaotic, distinct voices of Tharaxis and Emberion, those familiar presences that had inhabited his consciousness, or the hyper-aware commentary of Oscar with his crass enthusiasm, this voice didn't feel like a telepathic transmission.
It didn't travel through the network of connections that bound his internal beings together.
This voice felt entirely calm, centered, and deeply rooted in Jack's physical being, responding directly to the scene before him with an intimacy that transcended mere communication.
It was the voice of something ancient.
Something that had been waiting.
'Look at him, Jack.'
The voice was refined, cultured, carrying undertones of satisfaction and pride. Every word seemed to resonate through Jack's bones as if his entire skeleton had been transformed into a tuning fork for this voice to speak through.
