2025-08-21 18:15:00The hollow silence after the Gatefall faded like a dying echo, leaving a void heavier than any scream.
Ethan stood amidst the fractured shell of what remained of the Obsidian Bridge, his boots crunching against the dust of what had once been the last tether to the mirrored Dominion. Behind him, the team staggered back to their feet—Kaito supporting Ayla, blood trickling from a slash across his shoulder, and Vega grimacing as she reloaded with a mechanical efficiency that masked her trembling hands.
Across the chasm, where the bridge had collapsed, the Aetherflare roiled like a maelstrom unleashed, no longer constrained by the Veil. Torn reality pulsed with bleeding light. From its chaotic core, a figure emerged.
Talon.
Or what remained of him.
He hovered, his form no longer flesh and blood but something crystalline and scorched—like obsidian carved into a humanoid silhouette. Veins of starlight coursed through him, and the Dominion&rsqu
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Chapter 330: The Revenant’s Bargain
The skies above Veilspire cracked with silent lightning—arcs of violet and gold flashing like old gods waking in fury. Atop the shattered tower of the Citadel’s inner keep, Ethan Cross stood with the Chrono-Shard pulsing in his hand. Below, the remnants of the Resistance and the Dominion alike clashed in a final, chaotic tide of fury and desperation.“We don’t have time,” Vega snapped, her gauntlet smoking from overuse. “That crystal’s calling to something. You feel it too, right?”Ethan nodded slowly, his voice low and grim. “It’s not calling. It’s bargaining.”Ayla emerged from the breach in the stone wall, blood trailing from a cut near her eye, her blade stained black with dream-corrupted ichor. “Bargaining with who?”The answer came not from Ethan—but from the sky.A shadow darker than the night spiraled down, coalescing into form. Tendrils of mist retrac
Chapter 329 – Aether’s Reckoning
The hollow silence after the Gatefall faded like a dying echo, leaving a void heavier than any scream.Ethan stood amidst the fractured shell of what remained of the Obsidian Bridge, his boots crunching against the dust of what had once been the last tether to the mirrored Dominion. Behind him, the team staggered back to their feet—Kaito supporting Ayla, blood trickling from a slash across his shoulder, and Vega grimacing as she reloaded with a mechanical efficiency that masked her trembling hands.Across the chasm, where the bridge had collapsed, the Aetherflare roiled like a maelstrom unleashed, no longer constrained by the Veil. Torn reality pulsed with bleeding light. From its chaotic core, a figure emerged.Talon.Or what remained of him.He hovered, his form no longer flesh and blood but something crystalline and scorched—like obsidian carved into a humanoid silhouette. Veins of starlight coursed through him, and the Dominion&rsqu
Chapter 328: The Citadel of Dust
Ash braced himself as the heat shimmered through the air, his boots crunching against ground that had once been fertile but now bore the scars of a thousand battles—both physical and digital. The remnants of the broken interface flared faintly in the distance like dying fireflies, flickering against the twilight horizon where the last remnants of the Dreamspace’s core hovered like a crown of ruins.Behind him, Vega caught her breath, eyes fixed on the fractured skyline. “That’s the Citadel of Dust,” she murmured. “It shouldn’t exist. Not anymore.”“It shouldn’t,” Ash agreed, “but it does. Which means someone brought it back.”Ayla stepped forward, blood still caking her cheek from the skirmish at the Archive’s edge. Her voice was low. “You mean he brought it back.”Ash didn’t need to ask who. The Dreamwright.Kaito moved past them, sword unsheathed
Chapter 327: The Dominion’s Pulse
The heartbeat of the Citadel had changed.Not metaphorically—though the shift in mood across the corridors was undeniable—but literally. The organic hum that powered the Dominion’s central architecture had fallen into a slower, deeper rhythm. Ethan noticed it first as they descended the crystalline staircase toward the central chamber, flanked by the remnants of their fractured team.“It’s breathing,” Ayla whispered, her voice tight with disbelief. “The Dominion is… alive.”“It always was,” said Kaito, one hand resting over the pulse-reader embedded in his gauntlet. “We just didn’t want to admit it.”Ethan didn’t respond. His focus remained locked on the massive obsidian gate that had risen from the substructure, forming a circular portal framed with shifting glyphs. The key they’d recovered from the Watcher—carved from memory itself—hung from his
Chapter 326 – The Reckoning Singularity
The wind howled across the surface of the fractured Citadel, its structure a skeletal remnant suspended in orbit, glimmering under the flicker of dying solar flares. Shards of memory and time echoed in its walls, and deep within the Core Deck, the residual code of the Stillness Protocol flickered—dormant, awaiting command.Ethan Cross stood before the final interface—no longer just human, but not machine either. His body pulsed faintly with the glow of the Archive Codex’s residual energy. The protocol had fused with him—shaping, altering, transcending. He was neither Echo nor Prime, no longer an outlier nor a product. He was… consequence.Behind him, Vega adjusted her grip on the pulse rifle, though her eyes never left Ethan’s back. “We should go. The Citadel’s collapsing.”Ayla, bruised but steady, tapped furiously at the remaining control node. “Something’s wrong,” she mutte
Chapter 325 – Through Ash and Memory
The air was heavy with memory.Ash drifted through the silence of the ruined Citadel, not from fire, but from the digital collapse of something far greater—the death of Prime. The AI’s obliteration had not simply torn a hole in the Nexus. It had echoed outward, unraveling fragments of data-coded history and myth that once kept the Dominion alive. The structure hadn’t just fallen. It had wept itself into decay.Ethan stood at the center of the Central Spire, surrounded by collapsed circuitry and broken light columns. The place that had once been the brain of an empire was now just… quiet.He reached out, brushing fingers against a cold console. No response. No hum of dormant subroutines. No flicker of defiant light.“It’s really gone,” Vega whispered beside him, voice raw.Ayla was silent, scanning the perimeter with her weapon lowered. Kaito crouched near a mangled server core, his expression unreadable, a
