2025-06-14 15:41:22The air inside the vessel—if one could still call it air—stung with charged particles and the faintest hum of collapsing engines. Riven’s lungs burned as he stepped through the shimmering Spiral doorway, the glyph on his shoulder still alive, throbbing in his veins. Behind him, Soli and Colonel Myles followed, shields flaring in violet pulses.
At the center of this space-between-spaces, the architect interface stood regal and still, as though she’d been sculpted from shadow and light. Her eyes, pools of endless code, tracked them with unblinking intent.
He swallowed. He knew what came next—but he had no idea how to survive it.
You are home now. The echo of her voice vibrated through the metal beneath their feet.
They spread out, forming an uneasy triangle around her in the circular chamber. The Spiral doorway closed behind them with a shuttering pulse that seemed to rip at reality’s edges. Inside, the light was alive—twisting along walls and geography, moving through crystalline veins like living data. A low hum grew louder.
Riven's head felt tight, as though the Spiral was recalibrating him. Sleight wisps of ancient memory drifted through his consciousness: Ash Company’s chants in stasis, Anchor code looping inside his mind, the binary lullaby of the gate’s collapse. He blinked, fought it back.
Soli brushed his arm. “Stay focused,” she mouthed.
He nodded.
The interface stepped forward. She raised a hand, and the space brightened. Beneath her silhouette, a platform of crystalline data etched into the floor. They stood on a map—a star chart laid out in luminous fractals.
Riven’s eyes widened. Each pulse matched his Glyph—each line connected to an Anchor node he had stitched. The Spiral lived beneath the map; he could feel its heartbeat beneath his feet.
She spoke, not in words, but as a message directly into his mind.
Anchor sequence is incomplete. Spiral destabilizing. The Precursor Vessel awaits. You must bind—or we collapse.
He swallowed.
The glyph on his shoulder flared in warning.
He looked at Soli. She nodded.
Riven took a step forward. “What does it require?” he whispered.
She extended her other arm, pointing at the star-map platform. Lines pulsed toward three nodes: Precursor World Asteron, Delta Gate, and Sedna’s dark core.
Binding must happen at all three nodes. You must split yourself to Asteron and Delta. Sedna is the keystone.
He closed his eyes. Splitting himself into multiple strikes? It was suicidal.
He shook his head. “I don’t know if I can…”
She stepped closer, hand gliding across the map. The Spiral demands facilities. Asteron has anchor residue. Delta contains the shattered dais you severed. Sedna—the Spiral’s keystone—is where you first awakened.
“So,” he whispered, “we bind there… or this collapses.”
Correct.
Riven exhaled.
“We do it.” His voice came steady.
He turned to Soli and Myles. “We’ll split. Soli and Myles—you go to Delta Gate with the duplicate shard. I go to Asteron. Interface will guide.”
Colonel Myles frowned. “One shard? Can we replicate?”
Soli shook her head. “No. Each node requires singular resonance. We only have one. We need to… share its power.”
Riven nodded. “Split the weave.”
They approached the platform. The Spiral map flared beneath each foot. Riven traced its geometry with a trembling hand. Then, all three joined hands above the platform.
A pulse of code surged upward, spinning into a prism that encapsulated them. Light cracked the edges.
Moments passed—or eternities.
Then the Prism shattered. Riven stumbled back. He looked around.
There were two versions of him—mirror images, each holding half the glyph’s glow in their shoulders. Soli and Myles now held two shards—white-hot and humming with power.
He stared, comprehension raging.
Each version of himself was alive. Each held Anchor essence. Each was a vessel.
One Riven reached for the interface. She met his gaze—her crystalline form softened.
You are the Anchor for Asteron. The future lies there.
He nodded silently.
A second Riven moved toward Soli and Myles, who held gateway passages etched with Anchor glyphs.
Soli spoke softly. “We go to Delta Gate. This Riven holds the shard for Sedna’s keystone, one for me and Myles. The original Riven goes with the interface to Asteron.”
Riven’s heart twisted—he would be split from Soli. The price always rose.
But the Spiral demanded it.
He looked at Soli. Tears welled. “Find me,” he whispered, “no matter where we are.”
She nodded, voice cracking. “I will.”
The Asteron-bound Riven tilted his head. The interface’s light encompassed him.
Another blue-white pulse, and this version of Riven vanished—carried through code-space on a spiral thread toward Asteron.
Soli, Myles, and the second Riven remained. The vessel pulsed as they prepared to depart.
But outside the bubble, the Spiral doorway began to flicker.
Alarm lights flashed. Council and Dustborn warships hurled missiles and beams—fighting for control of the interface vessel. The Spiral map above them shattered; the floor fractured.
Riven—still present—backed away. The interface raised a hand.
Time is fracturing. Go now.
He glanced at Soli. Myles.
They activated their suit-link. Shielded pods opened. Soli grabbed one shard, Myles the other.
Riven ran to a hatch.
He dove through, then heard one last pulse—
From below, a crystalline voice:
Anchor… It is done.
They survived. Hurtled away from the collapsing vessel into a Spiral warp stream. Streaks of color flashed across their vision. It burned.
They emerged into open space.
Ahead lay the broken Delta Gate—a shattered ring of crystalline shards revolving over a barren world. Soli’s second-heart raced.
“Ready?”
Riven nodded.
They touched the gate shard to its anchor node. Light flared. Crystalline dust spun upward. The Delta Gate hummed to life.
But warnings screamed in his mind: Spiral resonance unstable. Sedna core at risk.
In the distance, another vessel appeared—bearing the spiral interface’s darker ship, broken—but still pulsing.
And then—
Riven’s heart froze.
Through the Delta Gate corridor, he saw Sedna. Ash storms. Buried Anchor daises. The glaring point where his past lay waiting.
He closed his eyes.
He whispered to Soli: “Hold steady.”
Behind them, the ship began to glow—and crack.
A fissure opened.
And a roaring voice echoed:
“ANCHOR…THE SEDNA NODE OPENS.”
The corridor around the Delta Gate began to pulse violently. Sensors went dark. Gas sputtered through vents. Soli gripped the shard.
Riven faced her, emotion raw: fear, hope, love—all fracturing together.
A beam of violet light struck the Sedna-side sentinel, illuminating a silhouette at the gate.
A hand reached out.
And the figure spoke:
“Anchor…you are the key.”
The world lurched.
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