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Chapter Three hundred and Sixty
The campus was quieter than usual that evening.Liam had stayed behind to finish some notes in the faculty office, the weight of the past weeks pressing against him even as he tried to concentrate. The sunlight had dimmed to a soft, amber glow, and the hallways stretched long and empty, echoing with the faint scratch of his pen on paper.A sudden creak made him pause.He glanced up. Empty hallway.Probably just the old building settling, he thought, shaking off the unease.But then he heard it again—soft footsteps, deliberate and slow, coming closer.“Who’s there?” he called out, keeping his voice calm.No answer.Liam stood and walked toward the door, peering down the corridor. Shadows stretched unnaturally across the walls, warped by the last rays of sun filtering through the tall windows.Then, from the corner of his eye, he saw movement—a dark figure slipping between the hallways, gliding too silently to be human.Liam froze. The figure paused. And then, slowly, it turned.His hea
Chapter Three hundred and Sixty-one
Adrian had never heard silence so loud.The Resonance Lab—normally a symphony of hums, clicks, and shifting holographic threads—had gone dead still, like the Citadel itself was stunned by what it had just done.Selene lay limp in his arms, her head resting against his shoulder, silver veins fading slowly beneath her skin. Each breath she took was too light, too fragile—like the world had borrowed most of her air and left her only scraps.“Stay with me,” Adrian whispered, brushing stray strands of hair from her face. “Selene, breathe. Please.”Kael stood a few feet away, staring at the data still flickering on the console. His hands shook—not from fear, but from the magnitude of what he was seeing.“She’s not just synced with the Citadel,” Kael said, voice barely steady. “She overrode it. Adrian, do you understand what that means?”Adrian didn’t look up. His entire body curled protectively around Selene.“It means she’s alive,” he said. “And that’s the only thing that matters.”“No,” K
Chapter Three hundred and sixty-two
Dawn had not yet broken, but the world felt suspended—caught between the fading hush of night and the pulse of something new awakening. Selene sat on the edge of the bed Kael had placed her in, knees pulled close, fingers tangled in the blanket. Her breath came slow but uneven, as though every inhale tasted of questions she feared the answers to.She felt different. Too different.The room around her hummed with the presence of the two men standing opposite one another—Kael near the window, watching her with a storm behind his eyes… Adrian near the door, arms folded, gaze sharp, analytical, unreadable. Their tension filled the air like static, scratching at Selene’s already fragile awareness.She wasn’t sure whose eyes she feared meeting more.A faint glow rippled beneath her skin—barely visible, like a pulse of silver that flickered at the base of her throat. She pressed her palm over it. Warm. Alive. Wrong.“What’s happening to me?” she whispered.Kael stepped forward instantly. “Se
Chapter Three hundred and Sixty-three
The training room was nothing like Selene expected. She thought Kael and Adrian would take her somewhere ominous—cold stone, flickering lights, metal restraints like in the nightmares she’d been waking from. But instead, Kael led her to a wide, abandoned hall beneath the safehouse, once used for emergency tactical drills.Soft lights hummed overhead. The air smelled faintly of dust and old wood. It didn’t feel frightening.It felt like a place meant for beginnings.Selene stood in the center of the room, her palms sweating, her heartbeat tapping like a shaken drum. Adrian circled around her slowly, assessing her movements, posture, breathing—everything. Kael stayed close, arms folded but eyes gentle, as if ready to catch her if she slipped.“First,” Adrian said, stopping in front of her, “we're testing for involuntary responses.”Selene swallowed. “Meaning?”“Meaning,” Adrian replied, “if the energy reacts before you do.”Kael cut in, voice soft but firm. “We’re not forcing anything.
Chapter Three hundred and Sixty-four
Selene woke to the sound of rain.Soft at first—like fingertips on glass—then heavier, gathering into rhythmic bursts that echoed through the safehouse. For a moment she didn’t know where she was. The ceiling wasn’t the Citadel’s polished chrome or her old apartment’s cracked plaster. It was something in between: simple, quiet, unfamiliar.Her body felt like it had been filled with sand—heavy and drained. Every muscle throbbed with an ache that wasn’t physical. It was deeper, woven into the strange new threads humming beneath her skin.She pushed herself up slowly.Kael sat in the armchair across the room, long legs stretched out, arms folded over his chest. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t asleep—Selene could tell by the subtle tension in his jaw.He sensed her movement in an instant.“You’re awake,” he murmured, straightening.Selene blinked at him, still groggy. “How long was I out?”“Six hours,” Kael said. “Adrian checked your vitals twice. He wanted to stay, but I told him you
Chapter Three hundred and Sixty-five
The Citadel did not sleep.Not anymore.Not since Selene awakened.Deep beneath its foundations—far below the chambers Selene had walked, far below the halls Kael once trained in, and deeper still than the levels Adrian still feared to remember—something ancient stirred.A pulse.A tremor.A whisper in the dark.She has returned.No words. Not truly.But every sentinel core, every surveillance node, every dormant drone and buried protocol felt it like a spark racing through old, forgotten veins.The Citadel had a new master.And the world felt it.On the surface, in the copper-lit dusk of the outer rings, the Council Tower thrummed to life.High Chancellor Veyr stood at the panoramic window, hands clasped behind his back as a stream of data scrolled in the air before him. The tower lights flickered. The floor vibrated, almost imperceptibly—but he felt it.He felt her.“Report,” Veyr said quietly.The room’s holo-projectors flickered.A council technician swallowed. “Sir… an unauthoriz
Chapter Three hundred and Sixty-six
The Citadel felt like it was breathing.Not in the natural, gentle rhythm of a living being—but in the metallic, shifting inhale of a fortress preparing for war. Walls hummed. Floors vibrated. Protective layers flickered to life and died just as quickly, overwhelmed by the force pressing in from outside.The Reclamation Division had arrived.And they were already cutting through the first shield.Selene’s heart hammered painfully against her ribs. Even from deep inside the Citadel, the air tasted different—sharp, metallic, as if laced with electricity.Adrian and Kael moved with her through the corridor leading to the lower control ring, the glow from the walls casting ghostly silver patterns across their faces.“They’re too fast,” Kael muttered, his fingers flying over a portable console he carried. “Shield layer six is down. Seven is collapsing. If they breach eight, they’ll have direct access to the entry halls.”Adrian didn’t look back. “Then we stop them before they reach eight.”
Chapter Three hundred and Sixty-seven
curtains, casting pale stripes across the room where Selene lay curled on the bed. She didn’t wake immediately—her breath was soft, steady, almost childlike—but the moment her eyelashes fluttered, Adrian felt it. He had been sitting in the chair by her side for hours, long after Kael had left in frustration, long after the tension between them had settled into a cold, heavy silence.Selene blinked slowly, eyes still hazy with sleep. “Adrian…?” Her voice was barely a whisper.He leaned forward. “I’m here.”For a moment, she said nothing. Her gaze drifted over him—his tired posture, the faint shadows under his eyes—then shifted to the room, as if trying to piece together how she got there. “What… happened?”“You overloaded,” Adrian answered gently. “Your mind and body were pushed too far. You needed rest.”She swallowed, then pushed herself upright. But the movement triggered something sharp—like a jolt of memory—and suddenly her breath hitched. She pressed a hand against her chest. “I
Chapter Three hundred and Sixty-eight
The Citadel was awake again. Its pulse thrummed faintly through the walls, a constant undercurrent beneath every footstep Selene took. She moved slowly, deliberately, feeling the silver threads under her skin respond to the building’s rhythm. Every door she passed, every corridor she crossed, seemed to whisper her name—an echo, a question, a challenge.Adrian followed closely, silent but vigilant. Kael walked just ahead, scanning, listening, his every sense alert. The tension between the three of them was tangible, coiling in the air like static before a storm. And yet, despite the distance, Selene could feel it: the Citadel had shifted. It was no longer merely a structure of walls and tech—it was alive, reactive, and attuned to her in ways she still didn’t fully understand.They reached the edge of the Resonance Hall again, its domed ceiling glowing faintly. This time, Selene didn’t hesitate. Her hand brushed over the entrance panel, and the doors slid open without a sound. The room
Chapter Three hundred and Sixty-nine
The Resonance Hall had gone quiet again, but the calm was deceptive. Every surface shimmered faintly, pulsing with residual energy that refused to settle. Selene stood at the center of the platform, eyes closed, breathing shallow but steady. The Citadel’s hum, once a background whisper, now throbbed beneath her skin like a heartbeat of its own—matched to hers, entwined with hers.Adrian hovered nearby, his hand resting lightly on the console, his gaze fixed on her. Kael remained at the edge, scanning every holographic interface, every projection, as though expecting a hidden threat to strike without warning.“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” Adrian said softly, his voice carrying both caution and urgency.Selene opened her eyes, the silver threads under her skin flickering like living fire. “I have to know what I’m capable of,” she replied, voice steadier than she felt. “The Citadel… it’s part of me now. I need to understand it—or I could lose it… or myself.”Kael’s jaw tightened. “