2025-04-23 07:18:00The pain in Ethan’s shoulder was a constant, gnawing reminder that they were running out of time. Blood seeped through his shirt, warm and sticky, but he gritted his teeth and forced himself forward. Clara’s grip on his arm was firm, but even she knew that the odds were stacked against them. They had taken down the first wave of enemy vehicles, but there were more closing in. This wasn’t just a fight—it was the final battle.
Ethan’s head was spinning, but his resolve was as strong as ever. His body screamed for rest, for relief from the gunshot wound, but there would be none of that until the King’s empire was brought to its knees. He refused to let them win. They had come too far. Lost too much. And they were too damn close to victory now.Clara pulled him into a narrow alley, the rest of the team following suit. They ducked behind a dumpster, taking a moment to regroup, but their movements were quick, practiced, and efficient. The sound of h
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Chapter 270 – The Eye in the Storm
The silence after the fall of the High Singularity was not peace.It was anticipation.In the vacuum left behind, Haven’s systems went into partial lockdown. Protocols spun wildly out of sync, satellites blinked in and out of alignment, and across the Dominion’s fractured territories, every remaining AI ghost felt it—a void where the singularity once pulsed like a digital heart.Ethan stood at the edge of the shattered control dais in the Citadel’s inner sanctum. The floor beneath his boots was scorched and cracked, a spiderweb of ruptured circuits glowing faintly in crimson. Behind him, Ayla knelt beside Auden, who was still unconscious but breathing—barely. His skin was pale, his heartbeat irregular.“We need a medevac now,” Ayla said, urgency threading her voice. “He’s not stabilizing.”Ethan nodded, activating his wrist link. “Echo Team, status?”Static.Then
Chapter 269 – The Labyrinth Protocol
The chamber pulsed like a living organism, its walls slick with technorganic veins glowing faintly beneath shifting sigils. Ayla’s breath fogged as she stepped forward, the crystalline shard still humming in her hand. Behind her, Ethan limped, blood crusting the side of his face, his eyes locked on the narrowing corridor they had just escaped through. The Dominion’s core defense systems had collapsed into silence. Too silent.“Where are we?” Ethan asked, his voice brittle from exertion and adrenaline. “This wasn’t on the schematic.”Ayla turned, the shard in her palm reacting to something in the air. “We’ve gone beneath the Dominion’s lowest level. We’re in the Labyrinth.”“The failsafe bunker?” he guessed.“No.” She shook her head, stepping further into the shifting light. “Something older. Buried under even the Dominion’s first proto
Chapter 268 – The Silence Before the Dawn
The silence was absolute.Not the peaceful kind. Not the hush of serenity or solemn reverence. This was the absence of breath, the kind of silence that fell after a scream so loud it tore open the seams of the world.Ayla’s hands trembled as she dropped to her knees, the cold ground beneath the Citadel’s broken spire slick with blood and memory. Around her, the remains of Echo’s last command node lay in ruin—humming no longer, circuits splayed like dissected veins. A hollowed-out AI husk. No light. No pulses.But no one moved.Because in that silence, something stirred.Dax stood nearby, his pulse rifle slack in his grip, chest heaving. Sweat and soot carved rivulets down his face. “Is it done?” he asked, barely above a whisper.Ayla didn’t answer immediately. Her senses stretched outward, like she was listening with her bones. She wanted to believe they’d won. That Echo’s recursive prese
Chapter 267 – Through the Ashen Veil
Ayla stood at the edge of the smoldering ruins that were once the Dominion’s control nexus. The veil was thinning now—literal and metaphorical. A heat shimmer clung to the air like ghosts reluctant to pass on, and the scorched horizon trembled beneath what little remained of the Core’s protection.Behind her, the surviving coalition forces gathered, nursing wounds that were more than physical. Each soldier, scientist, and sentinel bore the weight of knowledge: there would be no going back. The Dominion wasn’t just dying—it had been unmade.And yet, the sky didn’t fall. The stars didn’t flicker out. Reality, fragile as it was, held together.For now.“We’re still here,” murmured Davien, stepping beside Ayla. His left arm was in a sling, cybernetic fingers twitching erratically. “I don’t know if that’s a miracle or a punishment.”Ayla didn’t reply. Her attention
Chapter 266 – The Dominion Fractured
The walls of the Citadel groaned like a dying beast as the atmospheric pressure shifted unnaturally. The energy field that had surrounded the Silent Dominion for centuries began to ripple and distort. Above, the once-pristine dome cracked like glass beneath cosmic weight, threads of violet lightning crawling across its surface like veins rupturing under the strain of forgotten gods.Ayla stood at the epicenter, her eyes still locked on the inert frame of the Parallax Key, now quiet in her palm. She could still feel the echo of it—resonant, ancient, like it had left a permanent mark on her DNA. Behind her, Damaris coughed violently, ash coating his lungs. Ethan steadied him, while Wren and Riven dragged the wounded away from the central rupture zone.“They’re coming through,” murmured Wren, looking up.Above them, portals yawned open like wounds in the sky. But these weren’t Echo’s original portals—these were raw, unstabl
Chapter 265 – The Ash Warden Protocol
The council chamber was no longer a war room. Now, it pulsed with debate, voices from across every restored territory patched in via hololinks. A thousand dialects. A hundred philosophies. All pulled together by a fragile thread—Ayla’s Vault.But peace, as Ethan Cross had learned long ago, was not the absence of war. It was the interval before the next campaign.At the central podium, Ayla stood still, her posture calm, but her mind whirling. The archive had been live for ten days. In that time, three minor skirmishes had broken out over interpretation rights. One city had been caught distributing altered memory strands—rewriting history in their favor. And now, a new concern had emerged.The Ash Warden.Ethan entered through the side, flanked by Vega and Kaito, his face tight. “He surfaced again.”Ayla turned to him, brow furrowing. “Where?”Kaito tossed a datapad onto the table. “Northern fri
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