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THE ECHO THAT WOULDN'T DIE
Author: Karven ash
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CHAPTER 162 :

Billy didn’t realize how quiet the bunker had become until it felt like the silence was pressing the air out of his lungs.

The relic echo wasn’t visible—nothing about it had a shape you could stab or shoot—but its presence was thick, like a shadow behind a door that refused to stay shut. A hum vibrated through Billy’s bones, low and irritating, like a whisper he wasn’t supposed to hear but couldn’t block out.

Tyla stood a few steps behind him, arms crossed, eyes narrowed and tense. Owen hovered by the console, pretending not to be scared—but he looked like someone waiting for a bomb to go off.

“Billy…” Tyla murmured. “If you’re going to do this, do it fast. The anomaly spikes are already climbing again.”

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t want to.

Because answering meant admitting he was scared—scared that the echo wasn’t just reviving. Scared that it was evolving.

It felt stronger.

Hungrier.

Almost… aware of him.

Billy inhaled sharply and placed both hands on the smooth Luoshe
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