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Chapter 51: The protocol
The air filtering system triggered above, allowing the silence which fell after Victor's plummet. His breathing grew shallow, the paralyzing substance which he was given has already kicked in—slowing him down but not quieting him.
Ethan getsensuring fixing Victor's wrists into cuffs. Christopher speeds his pace toward the his gun, still in control, until Isla raised her hand. "It's clear."
Christopher set the gun down, his eyes locking with Isla's. "You okay?"
She didn't answer at first. Her heart kept racing in her chest, her senses humming with adrenaline and fury. "Definitly okay," she growled, shifting her attention back to Victor. His head rolled a bit to the side, eyes struggling.
"No much time Isla repeated, her tone more even than she was. "The window for the serum is limited. We have to start the extraction."
Ethan pulled out a small case and snapped it shut. Inside, an interface rig—neural extraction pads, fiber-connected monitors, and a voice-modulation sync chip. "We'll extract his memories. But you need to be the one to question him. The serum responds to you. Your voice, your tone."
Victor's eyelids twitched. "Clever girl," he slurred "You learned from the best…"
"I learned from you."
She moved in front of him, taking a level breath. The raggedy old thing that resided beneath her skin, but she would not allow it to master her now. Not when they were this close.
"Tell me about the Echo Protocol," she commanded.
Victor's chin came up a fraction. "It…was never meant for you."
"But you created it for someone," Isla persisted. "Who was it?"
His mouth curled. "Lyra."
Silence invaded the room like a toppled weight.
Isla froze. "My mother?"
Victor nodded slowly. "She was not only the test subject. She was the prototype. The first echo."
Christopher edged one step closer. "What does that mean? What did you do to her?"
Victor's eyelids struggled to remain open, but the serum kept them in line. "Her mind…was shattered. We created what was left. Assembled an imprint of her consciousness. An emotional map. Saved in pieces in multiple hosts. The last one…was Isla."
Isla drew back, a sickness crawling up her spine. "You're saying I'm…what? A carrier? A second Lyra?"
Victor blinked at her, blood trickling in the corner of his mouth. "Not a carrier… an upgrade."
Ethan growled under his breath. "He's saying you're not her daughter. You're her continuation."
Christopher's eyes flared. "That's impossible."
Isla glared at Victor, voice trembling. "You made me to finish her mission. Or seize control of it?"
Victor remained silent. His eyes began to glaze.
"Stay with me!" Isla screamed. "What is the mission? What was the reward?"
Victor's mouth moved. A whisper escaped. "Oblivion…or rebirth."
And he froze.
The monitors beeped frantically. Ethan hunkered down closer, scanning his vitals. "He's not dead. But he's collapsed into neural shock. We did what we could."
Christopher rubbed his temples. "So what do we do with that now? What the bloody hell are we meant to do with that?"
Isla turned away, barely able to breathe. "We locate the pieces."
Ethan's head jerked up. "Pieces?"
"If what he did say is true…" Isla kept his gaze, her tone low, "Then my mother's mind did not kill itself. It was forced,Hidden. And I am not the only one who has it."
There was silence—thick and terrible.
Christopher hesitated, then said, "Who else?"
Isla answered with steel in her voice:
“Whoever survived the original trials.”
She looked at them both. “We’re not hunting Victor anymore. We’re hunting ghosts.”
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Chapter 61: Shards of the MirrorThe silence was unbearable.Isla sat alone in the observation room of ECHO-3, a vast, high-ceilinged chamber lined with sleek glass panels and flickering holo-screens. A distant hum vibrated beneath her boots—the sound of a hidden world still turning.She stared at the holographic projection of her DNA spiral spinning slowly in midair. It glowed violet, like a cursed constellation. Data poured beside it—words she could no longer make sense of. Words that used to belong to scientists, not to monsters.Behind her, footsteps echoed. Steady. Purposeful.Christopher.“I thought you might come here,” he said quietly.Isla didn’t turn. “It’s strange. Seeing yourself... and realizing you're not entirely yourself.”“You’re not a thing, Isla. You’re not just a blueprint someone rewrote.”She let out a bitter laugh. “Tell that to the report I just read. Lyra didn’t just give birth to me—she embedded herself in me. Consciously. She planned it.”Christopher stayed
Chapter 60: The Vaultbound RiseThe air in the underground chamber was thick—heavy with dust, expectation, and centuries-old secrets that clung to the stone walls like ivy. The Vault of Remnants had not been opened in over four decades, and its presence felt more myth than matter. But tonight, it pulsed.Isla stood in front of the vault door, her fingers twitching unconsciously. Behind her, Christopher and Ethan watched in silence, the tension among them as brittle as ancient parchment. No one spoke. Even the hum of the generators seemed to hush.She could feel it now—the magnetic tug that seemed to know her name. The lock on the vault was encoded to Lyra’s genetic signature, but the tech didn’t account for what Lyra had become. What Isla had become. Half her mother’s legacy, half... something else.Christopher stepped forward. "Are you sure you want to do this tonight? You’re still healing."She shook her head. "Healing is a luxury. And time is a blade pressed to our throats. I can f
Chapter 59: The Threshold ChildrenThe outpost was silent long after the file closed.No one moved. The shadows seemed to cling tighter to the corners, as if even the walls needed time to process what had just been revealed.Threshold Children.Subject Zero.Ark.None of them said it aloud, but the same question hung heavy in the air:What had Lyra made Isla into?And more terrifying—why?---By morning, they were moving again.They left the outpost behind with only a faint heat signature trailing in the snow, covered fast by the wind. Isla walked ahead, wrapped in her insulated gear, hood pulled low, but even now, the light from her hand flickered faintly beneath the glove.Like a heartbeat refusing to slow.The journey to ECHO-3 was brutal.Ice plains gave way to jagged mountain spines. There were no roads. No settlements. Just sky and snow and silence.Ethan navigated using the drive’s coordinates. It pointed to a location that wasn’t on any public map—a place scrubbed from known c
---Chapter 58: Echoes of What WasThey didn’t speak for a long time.The snow muffled their steps as they moved through the tundra, putting distance between themselves and the buried ruin of the vault. The wind whispered around them—soft now, almost reverent, as if the storm itself were holding its breath after what had been unleashed.No one said it aloud, but they all felt it:Something had changed.In Isla.In the world.In what was coming.Ethan was the first to break the silence. “We need shelter. This isn’t the kind of cold you just outrun.”“There’s an outpost thirty miles east,” Christopher said. “Old Cartel relay. Abandoned.”Isla barely heard them.The glowing lines on her hand hadn’t faded. The faint pulse beneath her skin continued, rhythmic and unsettling, like the ticking of a new clock.Inside her, memories surged like tides.Not just hers.Not just Lyra’s.Others.Children’s voices. Screams in sterile corridors. An old song, sung out of tune. A name spoken like a pray
Chapter 57: The Vault of SilenceThe ground trembled again as the vault door split down the middle with a groan older than time. Snow slid from its curved surface like dust falling off forgotten bones. The low-frequency hum built into a thrumming pulse, a sound that didn’t just echo in their ears—it resonated in their chests.Isla took the first step forward.“Wait,” Christopher said, still gripping his rifle. “We don’t know what’s in there.”She glanced at him. “We do. We just haven’t remembered it yet.”Behind them, the sentinel—the pale man—stood still, unmoving. “Only the awakened may enter,” he said, monotone.Christopher looked ready to argue, but Ethan, bleeding from a shallow cut above his brow, stopped him. “He’s not going to stop her. He’s waiting.”Isla crossed the threshold.And the world changed.As she stepped inside the vault, the air grew thicker. Not heavy—dense. Like walking through time itself. The interior walls shimmered, not metal, not stone—something between the
Chapter 56: The Ghost in the SkyThe shadow was fast.It didn’t fly like a drone or a standard aerial unit—it glided, almost silent, but with a strange distortion trailing behind it, like light warping around something not meant to be seen.Ethan’s hands moved rapidly over the controls, flipping off the main nav to manual override. “They’re jamming passive radar. I’m flying blind.”Christopher was already at the rear hatch, rifle ready, eyes scanning the external screens. "Do we engage?""Not unless they do first," Isla said.But she didn't sound sure.Because something in her bones told her this was no ordinary hunter. The pressure in her head was building again, like hands squeezing inward. Her fingers curled into fists."I've seen this thing before," she snarled.Ethan looked back. "Where?"In a dream. Or a memory. I don't know any longer."The shadow dropped altitude. Now it flew alongside them, just out of vision—a shimmering echo on the edge of the skimmer's screen.Then it spok