!!exclusive!! | Soul Descent

Holt handed her a uniform. “Now you suit up. The war isn’t over, Seven. And neither are you.”

The last thing Dr. Elara Venn remembered was the cold shock of the transfer fluid. Then came the fire. soul descent

She swung her legs off the table. The floor was cold. A mirror on the far wall showed a stranger staring back—same face shape, same brown eyes, but the micro-expressions were off. The soul didn’t fit right. Like a hand in a glove two sizes too small. Holt handed her a uniform