CHAPTER 102 :Tyla paced slowly along the small safe house corridor, the soft creak of the floorboards marking each step. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the edge of a map she had spread out on the table, one that detailed relic locations, energy fluctuations, and the aftermath of the Arctic temple collapse. The room was quiet except for the hum of the relic-linked tablet Billy had been examining earlier, its faint pulses resonating in tandem with the soft rhythm of his breathing.Billy sat on a worn chair, hands clasped together, staring at the floor as fragmented memories swirled in his mind. Despite the pain of the past days, his resolve had not weakened. But there was a question he could not ignore, one that had haunted him ever since the mural in the hidden temple had revealed his father’s face marked as a betrayer.“Tyla…” he began cautiously, his voice low. “There was something you saw in the temple… something you didn’t tell me. I can feel it—like it’s a piece of the puzzle

CHAPTER 103 :The safe house was quiet, but the silence felt like it had been stretched tight, ready to snap. Billy sat on the edge of a worn-out cot, rubbing his temples as the events from the Arctic station replayed in his mind. He could still see the engine beneath the ice, could still feel the pulse of energy it had emitted—an energy that hadn’t just been mechanical. It had been alive, and it had whispered his father’s name, Alexander Anderson, with an edge of accusation that refused to leave him.Tyla paced along the narrow corridor, her boots clattering softly against the wooden floor. Her hands were wrapped around a steaming mug of tea, though the warmth did little to calm her nerves. “We can’t just sit here, Billy,” she said, voice low but firm. “There’s too much we don’t know. Every second we waste, the Curator moves faster. And now, whatever’s left of that station… it’s probably tracking us.”Billy looked up, his eyes shadowed. “I know,” he admitted. “But sitting here preten

Chapter 105 :Billy sat cross-legged in the dim glow of the Luoshen archive, his palms resting lightly on the cool stone floor. The key fragment throbbed against his chest, its pulsing light synced to his heartbeat in an almost mocking rhythm. Every beat sent a wave of energy coursing through him, tingling his nerves and testing his patience. I have to control it, he thought, brow furrowed. If I lose focus, it won’t just hurt me—it could hurt everyone here.Tyla paced nearby, boots echoing softly against the stone. Her dark eyes were fixed on Billy, sharp with worry but steady in resolve. She adjusted the straps on her utility pack, her hands brushing over relic tools she had carried since the Arctic. “Billy,” she said softly, careful not to let the urgency in her voice escalate the tension. “This isn’t just about holding it. It reacts to your intent. Your emotions guide it, whether you want them to or not.”Owen hovered near a holographic console, mumbling calculations as streams of

Chapter 107 :The lab smelled faintly of ozone and burnt circuits, a metallic tang that made Billy’s nose wrinkle as he stepped inside. The rogue scientist, Dr. Selene Voss, didn’t greet them with the usual warmth of a host. Instead, her eyes flickered over Billy like he was both the experiment and the solution. “You’re awake,” she said, her voice calm but tinged with caution. “I wasn’t sure you’d survive the fragment’s resonance yesterday.”Billy shifted uncomfortably, feeling the fragment pulse beneath his chest. The relic-bond hadn’t calmed entirely. “I… I need information,” he admitted. “Owen explained the manipulation… the Curator. I need to understand the mind-locking rituals he’s been using.”Selene motioned them closer, her fingers deftly adjusting a holographic interface that projected translucent symbols across the room. “Memory-locking rituals aren’t simple spells,” she began. “They’re a combination of neurological manipulation, energy resonance, and psychological condition

Chapter 109 :Billy crouched behind a stack of cold metal crates, the dim glow of the Luoshen archive casting jagged shadows across his face. The fragments pulsed faintly beneath his jacket, their energy humming in rhythm with his heartbeat. Every nerve in his body screamed with anticipation. He had expected obstacles—security protocols, surveillance, relic-based wards—but nothing had prepared him for the palpable tension that filled this place, the sense that the very walls were alive with watchful intent.Tyla leaned beside him, eyes sharp, scanning the holographic map Selene had projected moments earlier. “Billy,” she whispered, “remember—every vault in this archive has its own defense mechanism. One misstep, and the memory-locking sequence activates. We lose the intel and risk permanent disorientation.”Billy nodded, jaw tight. “I know. Let’s move.” His voice carried a quiet intensity, the kind that demanded trust without demanding explanation. The map displayed three layers of va