Commander Hannah

By just being free and allowing her presence to be felt, Commander Hannah as she had been called sent Blake's instincts flaring.

Blake stared at the powerful horse and golden armour that the woman had on, unhappy with how well-covered her thick hips and prominent buttocks were and liking the deep milky cleavage and soft pink lips that he could see, Blake could not help but worry about Kate.

Just looking at the woman, without a doubt, Blake knew he was staring at a third-order being and now he understood why it was said that the chasm between the second-order and the third-order was not just the difference between two stages of ascension, it was a difference between beings on completely different playing fields, the ways of one unable to be comprehended by it's lesser.