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Episode 76

Author: MICHEAL X
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-31 12:33:59

A vibration in the hollow where the Alpha's echo used to live inside me. The space feels alive again, squirming like a half-healed wound prodded by dirty fingers.

The Child sits bolt upright beside me, their star-flecked eyes wide. "It's calling."

I don't ask what. The nascent reality's presence pulses against my skull—a vast, curious thing, newborn and hungry. It wants the Alpha. The first Alpha. The one whose echo I devoured years ago.

My hands shake. The partially healed flesh of my right arm throbs where the petrification cracked. "No."

The Child grips my wrist. Their touch burns with cosmic heat. "It doesn't understand. It thinks it's completing a cycle."

A scream tears through the camp outside. Council forces. They must've felt it too—the call, the promise of power.

I double over as the Alpha echo surges , a feral, snarling thing clawing up my throat. It's been so long since I heard its voice. Raw. Predatory. Mine , it growls. Mine to lead. Mine to consume.
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