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Chapter 97 — The First Breath of the New Flesh
Author: Milky-Grip
last update2025-10-19 00:27:51

It awoke to the sound of breathing. Not its own. The world’s. Each inhale drew galaxies through its ribs. Each exhale turned light to dust. For a moment, it thought it was still dreaming.

The white around it had shape now edges, air, gravity. Things the void had no use for. It tried to move. The body responded slowly, uncertainly, as if the idea of limbs had to be rediscovered.

Fingers flexed in a rhythm that didn’t belong to a single will. Two minds three twisted around one another, their thoughts scraping like tectonic plates beneath the same skull. Stop moving. We’re not ready. We have to see. We are seeing.

The voices were fragments Ethan’s certainty, Victor’s command, and something else entirely: a quiet, terrible calm that hummed with divinity. Together they made language out of contradiction.

The hybrid if that was what it was opened its eyes. Light hit. Instantly, the world became unbearable. Color was too bright, sound too layered.

Every vibration of air, every spark of stati
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