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CHAPTER ELEVEN – The Fractured Flame

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The fall didn’t end.

Shayne plunged through blackness, arms flailing for a grip that wasn’t there. Wind roared in his ears, though he knew there was no wind here—only the echo of his own descent. His chest burned, as though the cracked Seal had carved itself into his ribs. Symbols flashed in the darkness around him, fragments of light like torn pages from an invisible book.

A flame.

A face.

Two eyes—his eyes—but not his.

He hit the ground hard.

The impact rattled through bone, yet no pain followed. He lay sprawled across a stone surface, gasping. When he opened his eyes, he found himself staring at a ceiling etched with thousands of runes, glowing faintly red.

The chamber smelled of dust and iron. No fire, no priest, no collapsing Gate. Just silence.

And yet—he wasn’t alone.

“Get up,” a voice said.

He froze. The voice was low, steady, a mirror of his own. Slowly, Shayne rolled onto his side.

A figure stood a few feet away. His frame, his posture, his very face. But not broken, not wea

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Chapter Seventeen: Fracture
Light swallowed everything.For a moment Shayne thought he was dead. No sound, no weight, no edges to cling to—only searing brilliance flooding his senses. His lungs strained for breath in the void, and he wondered if Grant had burned the world down to nothing.Then the light cracked.It spiderwebbed like glass, shards breaking apart to reveal flashes of reality beneath: stone, steel, fractured circuitry. The ground lurched and the brilliance splintered, collapsing into a storm of jagged fragments that rained around him. Shayne stumbled, shielding his face as the pieces of light dissolved to ash.He hit solid ground again. His knees slammed into fractured stone, ribs aching with the impact. He sucked in a ragged breath and forced his eyes open.The ruins were unrecognizable.The chamber’s arches had buckled, steel beams twisted and warped by the blast. Walls bled sparks, streams of corrupted code bleeding down their surfaces like oil. The air shimmered with residual heat, carrying the
Chapter Sixteen: The Choice of Fire
Shayne’s lungs locked as the ground beneath him pulsed, alive with the rhythm of the Accord’s trap. The sigils carved into the steel floor weren’t just glowing—they were breathing, expanding with each surge of energy like a beast drawing in air before the strike.“Shayne.” Elysia’s voice cracked sharp, pulling him back from paralysis. Her eyes tracked the widening circle of red light beneath them, her hands flexing on the grip of her pulse-blade. “This isn’t just a kill-switch. They’ve primed a dimensional rupture. If it blows—”“It won’t just take this block,” Shayne finished grimly. His chest burned as the Seal pulsed against his ribs. “It’ll take the city.”All around them, Accord soldiers tightened their formation, weapons gleaming silver in the strobing light of the countdown. Their helmets obscured human features, eyes glowing with the cold blue of the Accord’s AI link. They weren’t afraid. They were waiting.Waiting for him to choose wrong.Elysia leaned closer, her whisper a k
Chapter Fifteen: Fire in the Veins
Shayne’s heart pounded as the reinforced steel doors exploded inward. Sparks sprayed across the chamber, the concussion rattling his teeth. Accord soldiers poured through in perfect formation—black armor gleaming beneath the strobing emergency lights, rifles raised, visors blank.He didn’t wait.The Seal in his chest pulsed hot, raw fire licking his veins. His fists ignited in a burst of crimson light as he lunged forward, intercepting the first wave. His knuckles slammed into a soldier’s chestplate—the man flew backward, armor shrieking as it dented. Another swung his rifle toward Shayne, but the weapon melted to slag before the trigger could be pulled.Gunfire erupted.Elysia Vorn dove beside him, cloak whipping behind her. She moved with the precision of a blade unsheathed—pistol in one hand, a jagged short-sword in the other. Two soldiers dropped in quick succession, bullets piercing weak seams in their armor. She spun low, kicking one man’s knee backward before slashing his throa
Chapter Fourteen: The Hand That Opens the Gate
The silence after the illusions broke was almost unbearable. Shayne sat slumped against the cold wall, chest heaving, his hand pressed to the cracked Seal glowing faintly beneath his shirt. The air smelled of rust and ozone, and every flicker of the lights made him wonder if another ghost would materialize to torment him.But no ghosts came. No Shiloh. No phantom twin. Only the raw ache of knowing his mind had been bent, played like a broken string.His thoughts spun. Serah’s plea still echoed—find Shiloh—but now he couldn’t trust what he had seen. Was she real? Was anything?The hiss of a sliding door cut through his spiraling thoughts.Shayne lurched upright, ready to fight with nothing but his fists. But instead of a soldier or another phantom, a figure walked in with deliberate calm. Her boots clicked softly against the steel floor.Elysia Vorn.Tall, sharp-featured, dressed in a black coat lined with crimson threading, she looked like someone who didn’t walk into chaos—she direct
Chapter Thirteen: The Lie That Binds
Shayne’s breath came ragged, burning his throat as he staggered down the endless corridor. The alarms had quieted, but inside his head the ringing never stopped. Each footfall echoed too loud, too sharp—like someone else was following just a half-step behind.He knew better than to turn around. Every time he looked, the shadows rearranged themselves into something familiar. A silhouette. A face. The faint glimmer of golden eyes that could not exist.Shiloh.He forced the name from his mind, gritting his teeth. No. Not real. Not her. Not me.But the memory of the voice lingered. You are incomplete. They severed us. Without me, you’ll burn out before the prophecy completes.The words had felt true—achingly true—but Shayne had been trained to spot manipulation. The Accord had refined illusions into a science. They didn’t just project false images; they rewrote the senses, stitched false emotion into memory until you couldn’t tell what belonged to you anymore.And yet… hadn’t he felt her
Chapter Twelve: The Shadow of a Twin
Shayne staggered to his feet, heart hammering. The figure before him—hooded, eyes glowing faintly like his own—had spoken his name.“Shayne.”The voice was soft, yet it rang in his bones. He whispered back, “Shiloh…”The hood slipped away, and there it was again: her face, identical yet not. Eyes carved from firelight, lips pressed with sorrow, features shaped from the same blueprint as his. For a breath, his chest cracked wide with recognition.“You’re real,” he said, voice hoarse. “You—”“No.” She shook her head, stepping closer. “Not as you think. I’m only what you lost. What they tore away when they split you from yourself.”The words cut like glass. Shayne staggered back. “I don’t—”“You do,” the not-Shiloh whispered. “You’ve felt the hollow in your chest. The flame that sputters instead of burns. You’ve always known it wasn’t whole.”Shayne pressed his fists against his temples. His skull throbbed. The chamber around them—the stone walls, the corridor—flickered, static bleeding

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