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CHAPTER 162
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2025-12-05 16:00:59The silence in the Labyrinth was a living thing, a thick, muffling blanket that pressed against my eardrums. I stood at the nexus of the two infinite corridors, the smooth, grey stone offering no hint, no crack, no variation. Solve the corridor. What did that even mean? Blow it up? I’d tried. Reason with it? There was no one to reason with.
The bond was a thin, trembling wire stretched to its limit. I could feel Kairi’s end of it—a roiling storm of fury, fear, and desperate calculation. He was trying to reach me, to find a flaw in the Labyrinth’s logic from the outside. I pushed a thought down the wire, not words, just a feeling: I’m here. I’m fighting.
A pulse of fierce, loving rage echoed back. It was all he could send.
Alright. Assessor Seven wanted a test. L
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The Conductor’s baton completed its downstroke.Nothing happened.No blast of silent energy. No wave of obliteration. The silent snow continued to fall, muting the world, but the figure itself seemed… still. Waiting.Kairi and I stood frozen, braced for an end that didn't come. The tension was a wire stretched to snapping.Then, from the edge of the woods, a blur of charcoal and rust launched itself with a soundless snarl. Karn. Not at the Conductor. At me.His milky eye was wild, not with Watcher-blue, but with a feverish, desperate rage. “You!” his thought was a spear of pure hatred. “You brought the end! You and your noise! You drew the final silence!”He’d broken. The shock of Lyra’s return, the silent snow, the looming end—it had shattered whatever fragile peace we’d built. In his grief-twisted mind, the cause wasn't some abstract Conductor. It was the source of the change. The Storm-Bringer.His massive form collided with me, a wall of muscle and fury. We hit the ground, the air
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