LOGIN"WE CAN RESTORE YOUR RESURRECTION," The Balance explained. "NOT THROUGH THE BINDING THE COUNCIL PROPOSED—THAT WAS THEIR SOLUTION, LIMITED BY MATERIAL REALM UNDERSTANDING. WE CAN RECONNECT WHAT THE SEVERANCE SEVERED, GRANT YOU SUPERNATURAL CONSCIOUSNESS AGAIN, RETURN ABILITIES YOU SACRIFICED."Hope surged through me so intensely it hurt. Everything I'd lost, everything I'd been mourning for over a week—The Balance could restore it. Give me back the enhanced perception, the mental influence, the supernatural awareness I'd grown to rely on."What's the cost?" Damian asked immediately, his tactical thinking recognizing that cosmic gifts never came without complications."NO COST IN CONVENTIONAL SENSE," The Balance replied. "BUT CONSEQUENCES NONETHELESS. RESTORED RESURRECTION WOULD BIND ARIA TO SERVICE MORE DEEPLY THAN BEFORE. HER CONSCIOUSNESS WOULD BE PERMANENTLY INTEGRATED INTO OUR NETWORK, CALLED UPON FOR THREATS REQUIRING HER UNIQUE CAPABILITIES. SHE WOULD BECOME WHAT YOU MIGHT CALL C
A knock on the door interrupted before I could respond. Veena entered, her expression carrying professional composure that suggested official business rather than personal visit."I'm sorry to interrupt," she said, "but The Balance has summoned both of you. Immediately, if Aria is medically cleared for travel.""Summoned us?" Damian asked sharply. "Why? We submitted comprehensive mission reports. What more do they need?""They didn't specify," Veena replied. "Just that your presence is required at The Balance's primary council chamber. Both of you, together, as soon as possible."I exchanged glances with Damian, our fading resonance still strong enough to communicate shared concern. The Balance didn't issue summons lightly, and requesting both of us suggested something significant."Can it wait?" Damian asked. "Aria's still recovering—""I'm fine," I interrupted, surprised by my own certainty. "I want to go. I need to know what they want, and sitting in this recovery room isn't helpin
The morning of my fifth day conscious—eighth day since the Severance—I tried to read the emotional state of the medical technician checking my vitals.Nothing.Where enhanced perception would have shown me their mood, stress levels, underlying concerns, and professional assessment all simultaneously, I felt only the ordinary human awareness of basic social cues. They seemed focused, maybe slightly tired, but beyond that interpretation, I had nothing."Vitals are stable," the technician reported, making notes on their tablet. "You're progressing well considering the circumstances.""Thank you," I replied automatically, but internally I was screaming.This was my new reality. Simple human observation replacing the supernatural consciousness I'd grown accustomed to. No enhanced perception, no mental influence, no ability to read consciousness at levels most people couldn't imagine.Just ordinary Aria Chen, exactly as limited as I'd been before resurrection changed everything."How are y
They maintained vigil together, the hours blending into each other as the third day of my unconsciousness stretched toward evening. Medical personnel came and went, monitors displayed data that meant little to non-specialists, and the facility continued its operations around the central mystery of whether I would wake."I keep thinking about the moment she activated the Severance," Damian said eventually. "She knew the cost, accepted it deliberately, sacrificed everything to stop Richard. That kind of courage is extraordinary, but I can't help wishing she'd found literally any other solution.""She did what she thought was necessary," Aunty Dora replied. "What she believed was right, regardless of personal cost. That's who Aria is—someone who makes the hard choice when nobody else will. It's admirable and frustrating and terrifying all at once.""It's going to get her killed eventually," Damian said. "If not this time, then the next impossible situation where she decides her sacrifi
The Guardian medical facility hummed with sophisticated equipment that monitored levels of existence most hospitals couldn't measure. Consciousness stability. Supernatural energy fluctuation. Cellular coherence in biologies that shouldn't technically function.And in the center of it all, connected to more monitoring systems than Damian could count, I lay unconscious for the third consecutive day."You should rest," Veena said quietly from the doorway. "You haven't left this room since we transported her here. You need sleep, food, processing time—""I'm fine," Damian interrupted, his attention never leaving my unconscious form."You're not fine," Veena corrected gently. "You're running on enhanced metabolism and sheer determination, but even supernatural endurance has limits. If Aria wakes and you've collapsed from exhaustion—""When" Aria wakes," Damian said firmly. "Not if. When."Veena approached, her expression carrying professional concern mixed with personal sympathy. "The me
"I'm not going to kill you," Damian replied, though every instinct screamed for exactly that vengeance. "Because Aria taught me something about justice versus revenge. About choosing the harder right over the easier wrong. About being better than the monsters we fight." He pulled Richard away from the transport, his grip firm enough to prevent resistance but controlled enough to avoid permanent injury. "You're going to face trial, Richard. You're going to answer for every crime, every victim, every life you destroyed pursuing your obsessive research. And you're going to do it publicly, so the world understands exactly what you are." "How noble," Richard said, sarcasm failing to mask his genuine surprise. "I honestly expected you to kill me, given what I did to Aria. The torture, the experimentation, the weapon that's currently ending her life. Most people would choose vengeance over justice after that." "Most people aren't enhanced hunters trained by The Balance," Damian







