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Chapter 16 – The Cage That Remembers Voices
Zhao didn’t step back, but he wanted to. Every instinct in him screamed to leave—to pull Lin by the arm and run straight back down the mirror-path, break through the diagram, and seal the entrance shut behind them. He couldn’t see what was cracking through the far wall, but he could feel it. And what he felt wasn’t power. It wasn’t hatred.It was hunger.Lin stayed still, eyes locked on the version of himself across the room. That other Lin—the one who walked with too much ease, who stood like memory itself couldn’t weigh him down—didn’t show even a flicker of fear. He looked at the crack forming in the wall, then back at Lin, and sighed quietly.> “I tried to warn you,” he said. “I left signals. Shadows. Echoes in the blueprint.”Zhao stepped between them again, his hand on the hilt of his blade. “Start talking. Right now. Or I swear I’ll cut off the smug parts first.”The second Lin didn’t blink. “It won’t help.”B stood a few paces back, scanning the shifting diagram floor, his han
Chapter 15 – A Door With No Edge
Zhao didn’t run. He wanted to, but his legs refused to move. His instincts screamed to retreat, to draw his blade, to shout Lin’s name or throw something heavy at the empty space—but he couldn’t. Because it wasn’t just a crack anymore.It was an invitation.The mist had drawn back like curtains pulled from a window, but what stood beyond it wasn’t a room, or a gate, or even another realm. It was something deeper, wider, wrong. A corridor with no walls. Just a single path paved in overlapping diagram threads, each one pulsing faintly underfoot like veins in a breathing beast.Zhao finally turned to Lin. “We are not walking into that.”Lin didn’t answer.He wasn’t frozen, but he wasn’t moving either. His head was slightly tilted, as if listening to something only he could hear—like a distant bell that didn’t strike in sound, but in memory.B was already analyzing. His fingers drew small, quick shapes in the air, lines of protective script that flickered and failed the moment they touche
Chapter 14 – The Door That Should Not Be Named
Zhao didn’t breathe. He forgot to breathe.Lin’s voice hadn’t changed completely, but something inside it bent—like three people were arguing inside a well and one of them finally rose to the top. His words weren’t shouted, and they weren’t spoken in that slow, controlled rhythm Zhao had grown used to. No, this was casual. Almost amused.Zhao took a cautious step forward, sword still in his grip but lowered slightly. “Lin,” he said carefully. “That thing… that’s not you talking.”Lin blinked once more. The black on the edges of his eyes retreated—just a little, like it was shrinking back beneath the surface but still watching. “It is,” he said. “It’s part of me. That’s what no one told us. These forms, these blueprints, these ‘gifts’—they don’t just add tools. They leave shadows behind.”Prototype B spoke quickly now, stepping in front of Zhao like he expected Lin to snap forward any moment. “You need to isolate it. If you give it context, it’ll spread deeper. Don’t think in full sent
Chapter 13 – The Voice Older Than Diagrams
Zhao staggered backward, eyes wide as the ground beneath them twisted. The mist shattered like glass struck from the inside, and the fragments didn't fall—they hovered, suspended midair in glimmering static. He blinked once and realized he could see the voice.Not a body.Not a person.But a line of golden script etched into the air itself—shimmering, enormous, alive.Prototype B reached out and grabbed Zhao’s wrist hard. “Don’t move. Don’t speak. Don’t answer.”Zhao whispered back, “What is that?”B’s voice was dry and steady. “That’s the Architect’s failsafe. The one even the Carver couldn’t override.”Zhao turned to him. “That’s a voice?!”B nodded slowly. “It’s a sentient pattern. A shaping algorithm that was never supposed to activate unless someone rewrote the Seventh Form’s imprint.”Zhao’s head whipped around. “Lin.”Lin Cang was still in the center of it all. His feet didn’t touch the ground anymore. The black shard hovered in front of his chest, spinning slowly, each turn re
Chapter 12 – The First and the Forgotten
Zhao’s breath caught somewhere in his chest. His sword arm stayed frozen, blade held out between them, but even he knew it wouldn’t matter. Not here. Not in this place.Prototype B said nothing. He simply took a single step back—not in fear, but in recognition. His lips parted, but no sound came out. Not a warning. Not a curse. Only a quiet disbelief.Lin Cang stared at the man in front of him, the one who had stepped from the mist and seized the black shard like it belonged there. No. Not like. As if it had been waiting to return to him the entire time.Lin’s voice was quiet, but steady. “You’re not part of the Carver’s records. No chamber, no seal, not even a mention. If you were the first... where have you been?”The man walked closer now, slowly, calmly, as if the mist beneath his feet was a familiar road. “Records are for survivors. And I wasn’t built to survive. I was built to begin.”Zhao gritted his teeth. “Begin what?”The man stopped just within reach of Lin’s outstretched h
Chapter 11 – The Shadow That Waited to Be Built
Zhao didn’t speak right away. His hands tightened around the grip of his sword, knuckles pale, sweat clinging to his fingers, but he didn’t lift the blade. There was no point. His instincts were screaming, but not about danger. They were screaming about scale. Something too big to fight. Too old to reason with. Something that didn’t break rules—it was the thing those rules were made to stop.He looked at Lin Cang—or whatever Lin was now—and whispered, “That thing behind you… what is it?”Lin Cang answered without turning around. His voice was still his. Almost. But the syllables were smoother, like someone else was riding the edge of every word, helping him speak faster than his thoughts could catch up.“It’s a memory,” Lin said. “Of a body that was never allowed to exist.”Zhao’s throat dried. “That doesn’t sound like something we want here.”Prototype B was already drawing symbols in the air with his finger, his movements sharp, fast, precise—like a man preparing a shield before the
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