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Fifty Nine
Author: Nessah
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For a long moment, no one moved.

Only the hum of the walls filled the silence... soft, rhythmic, like a pulse trapped in stone.

Kael stood in the center of the hall, her cloak half-burned, her eyes reflecting faint gold where the light hit them. The metallic sheen wasn’t natural; it shimmered faintly with the same wrong resonance that had haunted the Archive’s core.

Elyra’s stance stayed defensive, blade poised. “You said you worked for Varika,” she said.

“Prove it.”

Kael’s smirk didn’t reach her eyes. “Varika didn’t hire people. She tested them.” She lifted one hand, palm outward. Etched into her skin were faint runes... old blood-marks, the kind used only by those who survived Varika’s experiments. “She called it a bond of purpose. Said only those who’d touched the edge of death could guard knowledge worth dying for.”

Dren’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a remnant.”

“Close enough.” Kael lowered her hand. “And if you’ve seen what I think you’ve seen, then you already know the Null wasn’t s
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  • Fifty Nine

    For a long moment, no one moved.Only the hum of the walls filled the silence... soft, rhythmic, like a pulse trapped in stone.Kael stood in the center of the hall, her cloak half-burned, her eyes reflecting faint gold where the light hit them. The metallic sheen wasn’t natural; it shimmered faintly with the same wrong resonance that had haunted the Archive’s core.Elyra’s stance stayed defensive, blade poised. “You said you worked for Varika,” she said. “Prove it.”Kael’s smirk didn’t reach her eyes. “Varika didn’t hire people. She tested them.” She lifted one hand, palm outward. Etched into her skin were faint runes... old blood-marks, the kind used only by those who survived Varika’s experiments. “She called it a bond of purpose. Said only those who’d touched the edge of death could guard knowledge worth dying for.”Dren’s eyes narrowed. “You’re a remnant.”“Close enough.” Kael lowered her hand. “And if you’ve seen what I think you’ve seen, then you already know the Null wasn’t s

  • Fifty Eight

    The light faded slowly.Then came the silence.When Dren opened his eyes, he was lying on cold ground not glass this time, but ash. Gray dust stretched endlessly in every direction, broken only by the shattered ribs of what once had been the tower. The sky was colorless. The air, too thin. It felt like the world had been emptied.He tried to sit, but his body protested with every movement. Every nerve burned from the Core’s last scream. The sound still rang faintly in his bones.Beside him, Elyra stirred.Her hair was caked with dust, her armor scorched and cracked. But she was breathing. The sight alone steadied him. He reached out, brushing the dirt from her face.She opened her eyes slowly. “We’re not dead,” she whispered.“Not yet.” He tried to smile, but it came out hollow.She sat up, wincing as she looked around. “Where are we?”He followed her gaze. The valley was gone. In its place stretched a flat wasteland of glass and ash the remnants of the Core’s implosion. The air shimm

  • Fifty Seven

    The world had gone silent after the Citadel fell.The sound of wind scraping over broken stone remained, a whisper over endless glass. Dren and Elyra stood side by side, the air heavy with frost and echoing hums that didn’t belong to this world.Below them stretched a valley of mirrors thousands of jagged, dark panes rising from the ground like frozen waves. Each one caught fragments of light, bending them into shapes that weren’t quite real. Their reflections shifted even when they stood still.Elyra took a slow breath. “This isn’t natural.”“Nothing the Archive made ever was.” Dren’s voice was quiet but edged. His pulse was still pounding from the collapse, his body aching from the fight. But what unsettled him most wasn’t the pain it was the feeling that the valley was looking back at him.When he moved, his reflection didn’t follow. It lingered half a heartbeat too long, then smiled faintly before catching up.He froze. Elyra noticed. “Dren?”He shook his head, forcing calm. “It’s

  • Fifty Six

    The sun rose slow that morning, as if unsure it was allowed.It broke through the haze in quiet gold, spilling light over stone and soil that hadn’t existed a day before. The air smelled new.. sharp with rain, soft with warmth. Birds called from trees that had grown overnight, their songs strange but beautiful.Elyra stood at the edge of the river, watching her reflection ripple in the water. For a long time, she didn’t move.Dren came up behind her, silent as always. His shadow fell across hers in the water, and the two blurred together.“It’s strange,” she murmured. “All of this. It feels… right. But not real.”Dren crouched beside her, dipping a hand into the river. The water was cold, biting. “It’s real enough,” he said softly. “It bleeds when I touch it.”She looked at him, a faint smile tugging her lips. “That’s your test for everything?”He shrugged. “It’s worked so far.”For a moment, the ease between them felt like peace. They had survived what no one should unmade worlds,

  • Fifty Five

    Silence wrapped them like breath.For a long moment, there was only that the quiet pulse of two heartbeats echoing in a place where sound had no walls to return from. The kiss still lingered between them, fragile and warm, like a flame that refused to fade.Elyra opened her eyes first.The stars stretched in all directions millions of them, brighter than she’d ever seen. Yet when she looked closer, they weren’t stars at all. They were fragments shards of memory drifting through endless dark. Moments caught in light.She saw flashes her childhood, the ruins of the first outpost, Dren standing in the rain with blood on his hands.Every star was a story.“Is this…” she began, her voice quiet, unsure. “Is this the end?”Dren’s gaze swept the horizon though there was no horizon, only the illusion of one. “No,” he said slowly. “It’s what comes after.”The air shimmered as he spoke, responding to his voice like water rippling from a drop. Colors bled through the dark faint threads of g

  • Fifty Four

    Light came before breath. A soft dawn glow, pale and clean, spreading over marble steps slick with dew. The air smelled new untouched as though the world itself had just been spoken into being. Dren opened his eyes to it. He lay on the edge of a shallow pool, the water still enough to mirror the endless sky above. His chest rose, then fell, and for the first time in centuries, there was no weight pressing down on him. No echo, no curse. Just air. He sat up slowly, every muscle waking like something half-remembered. His armor was gone. Only a thin shirt clung to him, soaked, torn where the Core’s light had burned through. His hands trembled slightly, but when he looked down, he saw them solid, real. Not flickering. Not fading. Alive. He let out a long breath. “Elyra…” The name left his lips before he could stop it. It echoed across the open air, but there was no answer just wind sliding through the trees that grew where no forest had ever been. Dren rose to his feet. The

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