Book Eight: Chapter 60

The naga moved closer. “You can see my soul, yes?”

Mike nodded. Right now, her soul was like a swirling fractal made of scales and fire. “It’s taken some getting used to,” he admitted. “But I see magic and spirits almost full time now.” Keeping his senses open full time not only strengthened his skills, but was a super power of its own. Reading someone’s intent was also a handy skill, but he had also used it more than once to navigate the house while the lights were off. His whole home was magic, he could navigate it with his eyes closed this way. The practice would likely end once one of his children started playing with Legos. He sincerely doubted the little building blocks would register in his soul sight, or whatever he was calling it these days.

“I’m curious. You have a derivation of Naia’s gift involving souls, and I wonder if you could touch mine. Yuki once described at length the ordeal involving Freya, and I wonder if you’ve become even stronger, more precise.”<