2026-01-06 23:27:31
Previous Chapter
Latest Chapter
Chapter 133. Names Without Faces
The hammer rang against stone at dawn. Each strike echoed across the square. Dust lifted in short bursts and settled on boots and coats. The monument stood half-finished, its surface pale and rough. Workers moved along scaffolds, measuring, carving, stepping back, carving again. Names filled the slab in tight lines.A man wiped his hands on his trousers and leaned back to read. He mouthed a few names and frowned. He pulled a folded paper from his pocket and checked it. He nodded and went back to work.A woman crossed the square with a basket on her arm. She slowed when she saw the monument. She looked at the names for a moment, then turned away and kept walking. A child ran after her, dragging a stick along the ground. The stick scraped and caught. The child tugged it free and glanced at the stone. “Who are they?” the child asked.The woman did not stop. “Soldiers,” she said.The child frowned. “From when?”“From before,” the woman said.They disappeared into the street. By midmor
Chapter 132. Ashes into Soil
The first hammer strike echoed too loud for a quiet morning. Metal hit stone. Sparks jumped. Dust rolled across the broken avenue. People froze for half a second, then went back to work. The city had learned how to keep moving.Cranes stood where towers once leaned. Steel frames rose from foundations cut through layers of ash and glass. The ground still carried faint lines that glowed when the sun was low, thin traces of the ghost network sealed beneath concrete and rebar.A worker lifted his visor and wiped his face. Sweat cut clean lines through gray dust. “Mark the edge again,” he said. “The scanner’s off.”Another worker knelt and pressed a handheld sensor to the ground. The device hummed, then steadied. “No spike,” she said. “It’s quiet.”They both paused at that word. Quiet still felt strange. Above them, the skyline held its shape. No drifting figures. No screaming light. Just buildings under repair and scaffolds wrapped in orange mesh. Wind pushed through open frames and c
Chapter 131. The Dual Requiem
The first sound was not birds or wind. It was the soft click of settling metal.A tower’s fractured edge pulled itself straight. Panels slid back into place with dull thuds. Glass stitched together in slow lines. The city did not celebrate. It steadied itself.Morning light crept over the skyline. It was pale and low, filtered through a thin haze that caught on the air like dust. The haze moved on its own. It drifted, then paused, then bent as if listening.On the hill above the city, Lyn stood with her boots planted in wet grass. The soil was dark from melted frost. She kept her hands loose at her sides. She did not speak. She watched.Below her, streets filled carefully. Doors opened halfway, then wider. People stepped out and stopped. They looked up. They looked through each other. They looked again.Luminous forms moved between buildings. They were not fog. They were not shadows. They held shape. Some walked with clear steps. Some floated with slow turns. Light threaded through t
Chapter 130. Dawn of a New Cycle
The first light breaks while the city is still holding its breath. A low hum rolls through the streets. Not an alarm. Not a siren. Something deeper. The sound vibrates through broken windows, cracked roads, and the hollow shells of buildings that never finished falling.Lyn stands at the center of the plaza where the network once screamed. Her boots rest on scorched stone. Faint lines of light still move under the surface, slow and steady, like a pulse that has finally found a rhythm. The air smells clean for the first time in weeks. No ash. No cold static. Just damp concrete and morning wind.Around her, ghosts are not running. They are standing. Some are barely shapes. Others look almost solid, their outlines clear enough to cast faint shadows. None of them attack. None of them flicker in pain. They watch the sky as if they expect something to fall from it.Lyn lowers her hand. The last thread of light slides from her palm and disappears into the ground. The network goes quiet.
Chapter 129. The Final Alignment
The city exhales. Not as wind. Not as sound. As release. For the first time since the dead began walking, the air stops vibrating. The constant pressure that pressed against bones and teeth fades. Sirens die one by one, not because they are silenced, but because no one needs them anymore.Above the skyline, the last spectral storm unravels. It does not scatter. It folds inward, collapsing into a thin column of light that narrows, dims, and vanishes.Lyn stands at the highest remaining intersection of the network, where the luminous pathways converge. Her silhouette no longer flickers. Three presences move as one inside her, her own steady breath, Jayden Prime’s precise awareness, and Luna’s vast, quiet memory.She lifts her hand. The network responds instantly. Every pathway brightens, not blinding, not violent. Controlled. Ordered. Alive.Stormguard units halt in place across the city. Civilians freeze mid-step. Ghosts pause where they stand, no longer drifting or flickering.The a
Chapter 128. The Queen’s Redemption
The Queen waits at the center of the quiet. Not the violent quiet that comes before collapse. Not the hollow silence after destruction. This is different. The network hums softly, steady and controlled, like a machine finally running within safe limits.Lyn approaches alone. Stormguard units hold back at the edge of the district. Their outlines blur where the luminous pathways cross their bodies. No one speaks. Weapons hang low. No one wants to interrupt what is about to happen.The Queen stands where the crystalline tower once rose. Her form has changed.She is smaller now. Closer to human height. The sharp angles are gone. Her body no longer splits into overlapping versions. She looks like a woman made of light and memory, her features stable, her posture tired but upright. Her eyes meet Lyn’s. They are not empty anymore.Jayden’s echo stays present but silent, a steady pressure at the back of Lyn’s mind. He does not interfere.The Queen speaks first. “I remember my name,” she says
You may also like
SE7EN: Transcendence
Grant Koeneke3.2K viewsThe Rewritten Memory
Sunset2.4K viewsAndara Revenge (Agen 123)
MelisaT 3.3K viewsZombies Territory: A place of no return
Favyhm232.2K viewsThe Kingdom of Guhya
madamepearlay1.5K viewsThe Quantum Ascendant
ola655 viewsThe Max Level Hero: Strike Black
John Smith8.1K viewsRise of zombies
Highpriest 5.6K views