Chapter 166
Author: Perfect Pen
last update2025-04-30 10:30:14

The walls of the Archive began to twist.

Not crumble—twist.

Time peeled away in sheets, collapsing inward as the group ran, each step falling on ground that might not exist in the next breath. Fragments of timelines flickered all around them—ghostly versions of themselves trapped in loops, echoes of choices they never made screaming like haunted shadows.

Pamela grunted as another burst of gravity cracked the hallway open. “Move, move, move!”

Marcus was limping behind her, his arm torn and shoulder blackened with some kind of residue from the Warborn’s psychic bleed. “I’m trying! I only have one functioning leg right now!”

Kael stumbled, hand gripping the corridor’s wall as it rippled under his fingers like water. He could feel the Archive rejecting them—like it knew they didn’t belong anymore. His entire body hummed, sparking faint pulses of energy that didn’t feel like his own.

Selene’s form hovered beside him—bright, fading, flickering.

She wasn’t running.

She wasn’t solid.

“Kael!”
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