Nemesis: Book Five Read Online Free

and the sound of chilly air shooting through the vents.

3
    After Bynimian's Destruction
    P art of Helos forgot she stood in the presence of The Makers. Part of her was so wrapped up in the images before her that she could think of nothing else. Every part of the experience felt so real, as if she were there, right next to her daughter. The world around Helos nearly shone with the white strands. Helos knew that Bynimian hadn't begun in this fashion, that Bynums had evolved to be able to create like this. Perhaps Morena thought others had seen what she now witnessed, but the truth was no one had ever seen anything like it. Morena was the first.
    Morena, and now Helos.
    But Helos wasn't there, not truly, though she saw it as clearly as Morena.
    Morena’s children walking the land, trying to learn about this new home.
    Helos saw Morena lying down, understanding—at least somewhat—how weak her attack made her. She saw the human hovering around like a lost animal. The oldest of Morena's children standing watch, protecting her from anything that might try to harm his mother.
    Helos wanted to be there, more than anything she ever wanted before; she wanted to be with her daughter. And yet, here she was, across the universe. Perhaps even outside of the universe, on another plane of existence. She could only watch … and yearn.
    The images in front of Helos changed, quickly. The white world transforming to one resembling Bynimian. Bynums going about their lives, no longer standing in white fields trying to understand the basics of life. Helos watched time speed forward, changing the world Morena created to what it would be.
    Bynums spread across the land, figuring out ways to live on top of the ocean, walking on water in ways that they couldn't on Bynimian. She watched as they built cities in the clouds, as they began controlling the entire world. She watched as humanity tried to fight Morena, but with each passing year, fewer and fewer humans existed to carry on the battle. They hid in the mountains, but eventually Bynums spread there too. They hid in deserts, tried to hide underground, but Bynums always found them, and when they did, they killed what they found.
    Helos watched as the white world full of youth turned into something different from the Bynimian she knew. Her people turned to hunters, with them barely knowing or understanding that they used to be different. Her people, once so peaceful, turned conquerors.
    She watched as a single ship took off from the planet, now devoid of almost all human life. The ship shot into the sky like a star. The view of Morena's new world faded away as Helos followed the ship out into space. She didn't know where it was heading or the reason behind its departure, but it moved through the black of space with ease. She couldn't see who was in it, but she knew all the same. Morena. Her daughter. Because Helos was watching her life unfold, what was to happen.
    Finally, the ship landed, finding another planet, leaving the former one in some forgotten place that Helos could no longer see.
    Morena exited the ship, others trailing behind her. The planet appeared to be deserted, but as time moved on at a rapid pace, beings emerged from the planet … and more blood was shed. How many years did Helos watch pass as Morena and her group of conquerors took over the new planet in much the same way they had the previous one? And in the end, Helos stared at a planet that resembled both the previous one and Bynimian. In the end, Morena colonized another planet, and then that singular ship left again—leaving behind the past and ripping through space to find the next.
    And it happened again.
    And again.
    Ad nauseum.
    And finally, Morena died, just as every Var before her—but Bynums stretched across the universe like a blanket, one that brought disease instead of warmth, one that killed everything it came across. Morena colonized hundreds of planets, and while each one wasn't already occupied, many