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Not now.
I fought the urge to focus on them, to glimpse the future they signified.
But my resistance was wearing thin.
My vision sharpened, drawn inexorably to the emerging numbers.
My mind raced, and despite my desperate attempts to drift back to my Distant Vision with Ellie, I couldn’t.
“What do you see, Ceara?” the Supervisor’s calm voice asked.
The truth serum’s efficacy was undeniable.
A warmth spread through my veins, making my thoughts sluggish, my lips loose.
And, against my will, the numbers embedded in my vision began to spill from my mouth. “Seven… Twelve… Twenty-three… Forty-one… Fifty-six…”
The sequence flowed out, as if reciting a rehearsed script.
My heart pounded heavily, the echoing laughter of the Supervisor cutting through the dense fog in my mind.
The realization hit me with the weight of a supernova:
I had finally broken.
The one secret, the key to immense power and fortune, had been unwillingly torn from me.
“Well done, Ceara,” the Supervisor gloated, his voice dripping with satisfaction.
“You… You exploit my ability to… to win… a game of… of chance?” I said between painful breaths.
“Of course not,” the Supervisor said. “It is but a test of your ability. With the power of foresight in my hands, there’s no limit to what I can achieve. I will be invincible.”
Despair weighed heavily on my chest.
The feel of the cold metal restraints seemed to cut deeper, the sound of my own ragged breathing a testament to my shattered resolve.
In that moment, every sensation, every emotion, was heightened.
The tang of the serum, the cold sweat forming on my brow, the hollow echo of the Supervisor’s laughter, the shimmering light of the holo-display, and the hauntingly familiar scent of the Yllandra Tree.
And just when hopelessness threatened to consume me, a gentle whisper tickled my senses, a soft touch on the periphery of my mind.
Ellie.
Even in this dire moment, the thought of her provided a glimmer of hope.
I clung to that thought, letting her presence wash over me.
The weight on my chest lightened, the metallic restraints no longer seemed as confining.
Yes, the Supervisor had won a battle today, but he had not won the war.
The strength of our bond, the power of our shared vision, was something he could never understand, much less control.
The Supervisor, engrossed in his victory, didn’t notice the defiant glint in my eyes.
For every move he made, every card he played, I now had an even stronger reason to fight back: not just for my freedom, but for our shared future, a future where Ellie and I could be together, unhindered by the manipulations of power-hungry beings.
