All Chapters of Oblivion's Edge: Voidbōrn : Chapter 11
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11 Unraveled
The metallic corridors of the Gateway chamber shimmered faintly under the cold, artificial light. The air was heavy with the scent of burned plasma and blood. Two soldiers stood at attention near the entrance while others worked in tight formation, scanning for residue traces, recording logs, and sealing off the breach. The dead man still lay where he had fallen, smoke curling faintly from the hole in his armor. Lorekeeper Veydrān was already there, shouting orders at a row of frightened soldiers. His voice echoed sharply against the metallic walls. "Hōw cōūld yōū lēt ā mērē trāīnēē slīp thrōūgh thē Gātēwāy? Dō yōu rēālīzē whāt thāt mēāns? Hē cōūld hāvē tākēn īnfōrmātīōn, cōōrdīnātēs, ānythīng!" None of them dared to speak. “Pāthētīc,” Veydrān muttered, turning toward the dead soldier on the floor. Prime-Dexūs walked slowly into the room without sound, his long cloak sweeping the floor like smoke. His steps were slow, measured, the kind that carried authority without need
12 A Sleepover
...Sira stepped out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her chest. Her blue hair clung to her shoulders in loose curls. Aēllion had been standing by the wall, trying very hard not to look in her direction. The moment he noticed her, he jumped a little and turned toward the window.“I should wait outside,” he said. “You are still getting dressed.”Sira shook her head with an amused smile. “Relax. I am fine.”She tapped a small device on her wrist. A soft light flashed over her body. The towel vanished. Her outfit formed on her skin in a smooth shift of color and texture. It looked like the clothes grew out of thin air.Aēllion stared in shock. “Where did the towel go?”Sira laughed. “It is in the device. The tech on my wrist stores cloth data. Once something is scanned, I can change into it whenever I want. It is fancy tech for a fancy girl like me.”Aēllion’s eyes brightened with wonder. “That is so cool.”She flicked water from her hair and moved toward the fridge. “Before w
13 Crossing Lines
Sira stood frozen in the doorway. She could not believe her eyes. Her father, Xurell-Val, was walking toward her with long, confident strides. His dark coat moved behind him like a shadow, and the strict lines of his face showed he had come with a single purpose.“Enough of this childishness, Sireya,” he said. “It is time to come back home.”He reached out to take her hand, but she stepped back at once.“I am not going anywhere with you,” Sira said. “I am fine here with my friends.”Her voice trembled slightly, though she tried to hide it. Xurell’s presence always felt heavy. It filled the entire hallway, pressing against her ribs like a weight she could not lift.Threi stood beside her, clutching her datapad, unsure if she should run or stay still. Aēllion stayed inside the room, half-hidden behind the wall. He dared not breathe too loudly.Inside his mind, panic rushed like water hitting stone.Ohh my God. If her father sees me here, I am so dead. What do I do?Xurell’s voice rose
14 The Lostboy
...Aēllion stood in the middle of the lounge, totally freaking out, every muscle locked. The two officers walked toward him in a straight line, their boots hitting the polished floor with a steady rhythm.Aēllion felt the air tighten around him.His thoughts tumbled in wild panic.Sira's father must have called them. Maybe they scanned the hotel. Maybe they know my heat signature already. Maybe they are here for me. Shit! What do I do?The taller officer lifted his eyes. They met Aēllion’s face and paused. The officer sighed as though he had been looking for this hallway for hours.“Listen kid,” he said, his voice rough but not unkind. “Do you know where North Aviary Passage is? My buddy here got us lost.”Aēllion blinked. He did not understand at first. The taller officer simply stood there waiting, exhausted and slightly annoyed.Then the other officer snapped, “Maybe we would not be lost, Zhorien, if you had called the guy we were supposed to meet. But nooo. You insisted we could
15 The Pink-Haired Girl
Aēllion wandered deeper into the hotel’s lower levels as if the place kept folding in on itself. His steps were slower now. His breath was light and uneven. The hall ahead of him stretched forever, lined with tall glass pillars that glowed faint blue from the cores inside them. The light cast long shapes across the floor. He leaned against one of the pillars and tried to steady himself. He kept wondering what Sira was doing at that moment. He wondered if she had noticed he was gone or if she thought he ran away. I only needed a moment to breathe. I didn't think I would get this lost. He let his head rest against the glass. It was cool and helped him think a little more clearly. Far above, Sira and Luma were already combing through the floors, stopping every few steps to ask strangers if they had seen him. Far below, Calviox and Threi walked together in a storm of arguments that echoed through the halls. The building was wide awake with movement, voices, and footstep
16 After the Spiral
Aēllion blinked. “Is that a bad question?”Luma tried not to laugh. “Not bad. Very Aelly-Hal.”Sira sighed, but her smile softened the sound. “Come on. Let's get you cleaned up before you find more trouble.”“You still haven't answered my question,” Aēllion said.“We will finish that conversation once you stop bleeding,” Sira replied. “And I need to inform Calviox and Threi that we found you. So move.”He nodded and walked with them toward the elevator. As they moved, he told them everything. He told them how he got lost in all the twisting hallways. He told them how he met Myla and how the two men had chased her. He told them how he tried to walk away but somehow found himself standing between her and danger.Sira listened with one eyebrow raised. Luma listened with wide eyes that seemed to grow rounder every few steps.By the time they reached the lift, the tension had faded, replaced by tired relief. The world still felt strange to Aēllion, but he no longer felt alone inside it. No
17 A Night Waiting to Begin
“Yes,” Sira answered. “We all need to loosen up and have some fun. After all, that's why we came to Virelia.”Calviox hesitated, then muttered, “Fine.”The room settled into quieter energy. Luma sat back down with her sketch board. Calviox paced near the window with a scowl, though his shoulders slowly loosened. Threi sat down in one of the chairs without looking up from her datapad. Luma leaned over her drawing board again, dragging her pencil in quiet strokes while trying not to look at Aēllion too openly.Aēllion settled on the couch again. He watched the television as if it were a new kind of puzzle, one he could not solve but enjoyed staring at anyway. His shoulders finally rested. His breath no longer carried the tension from the chase, from the confusion in the halls, or from the strange encounter with Myla. For the first time since they arrived, it felt like he belonged in the room.Sira stood near the table, thinking. Aēllion noticed and walked toward her.“Sira,” he said sof
18 The Pulse District
Sira landed the mini ship in the open parking platform beside the Pulse District. The pad glowed with faint blue light under the wheels, and the larger transport lanes pulsed above in long, shining rows. The ship settled with a quiet thrum. Once the engines cooled, the side door slid open and the group stepped into the warm night air.The glow from the district washed over them at once. Shifting colors ran along the tall buildings in waves that rose and fell like the city had a heartbeat of its own. The music from the club carried through the streets in a steady vibration that drew people forward. The walkway ahead was crowded with visitors lined in bright clothes. The smell of mixed drinks, heated spices, rain from earlier, and some kind of sweet vapor drifted through the air.Sira walked in front, already confident among the noise and lights. Aēllion stayed close, unsure of where to look. Calviox walked with his hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and his usual heavy gait. Luma wal
19 Self Reflection
The dancers nearby slowed and stared. The lights shimmered across their faces as the scene unfolded. Threi wobbled toward them, her steps uneven. One eye was squeezed shut as if the light annoyed her. She tried to focus on Sira but kept blinking through the haze.Calviox came back from the restroom at that moment. He froze in place when he saw Aēllion holding Sira in his arms. “I was gone for seven minutes,” he said. “What happened?”Aēllion looked down at Sira’s unconscious face. Her breath brushed against his shirt in soft, uneven waves. Her hair stuck to her cheek. Her body felt heavier than he expected. He lifted his eyes to Calviox and told him what he had seen happen on the dance floor.Calviox listened without interrupting. He glanced at the bottle of supplements on the booth table and let out a long sigh. “The mix hit her too hard,” he said. “She never knows her limit.”Threi was still swaying. She pointed at Sira with her datapad. “She challenged the vodka,” she said in a rou
20 The Path to Qiravel
"Awesome,” I replied.She raised one eyebrow. “But…”I stood still. “But what?”Threi leaned back in her chair and folded her arms while the virtual screens hovered behind her shoulder like quiet witnesses. “But I am not doing it for free.”Her words slowed my heartbeat. “Not doing it for free? You want me to pay you in some way?”She scoffed and waved her hand. “I don’t need money, chill man. I just need you to fix things with Sira later. I know you are upset about what she said, but she was drunk out of her mind.”I sighed. My chest felt tight. I did not know how to respond.Threi didn't stop. She pointed at me with a lazy but sharp gesture. “You saw it. We all saw it. If you walk out now, she'll be heartbroken. So you have to stay until she apologizes and you two talk things out.”I froze where I stood. Her demand pressed against me even though her tone stayed soft. I could not tell if she was being kind or not.“That's my price. If you want my help, you keep the peace.” Threi said