Extera -

Not a person. Not a ghost. Something else.

The air shimmered. Not light, but awareness . A voice spoke inside his skull, warm as old wood and quiet as falling snow. extera

“Because no one else listened.”

Extera is not a god. Not a savior. Just a listener. Not a person

“I am Extera. I hear what the world casts away. You, Kael, have 47 recorded acts of kindness. You returned a lost child to her mother in the Lower Warrens. You once gave your last ration chip to a dying man. You carry your mother’s locket, though she sold you for debt.” extera

Kael froze. “Who—?”