Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna Surgeon : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

Mira woke screaming.Except, she didn’t.Her mouth opened. No sound came out.Silence stretched around her like a vacuum. The sterile walls remained, but now the colors were off. Dimmer. Warped. Like the simulation couldn’t fully render her rage.Her wrists were no longer bound. But her body didn’t move. Not really. It felt like she was inside herself, watching.Phase Two, a voice whispered through static. Initiate identity regression.She wasn’t alone.A mirror bloomed in front of her, tall and elegant, out of place in the steel cell. The surface shimmered… then cracked.Not once.Thirteen times.Each crack showed a version of her; young, afraid, burning, broken. Her as a child clutching her dying mother. Her as a surgeon in blood-soaked scrubs. Her as the Red Moon wolf, fur singed, eyes wild. All of them screaming.“No,” Mira rasped. “I’m not… I’m not fractured.”“Not yet,” her brother’s voice replied, from the mirror.He stepped through it like mist, calm and measured, wearing a Ci

The moment Mira’s claws met her brother’s, the air in the chamber thickened with old blood and older betrayal.He didn’t fight like a sibling.He fought like a predator.“You’re still hesitating,” he said, parrying her strike with calculated precision. “That’s why you’ll never win.”“I’m not here to win,” Mira snarled, pivoting and slashing across his ribs. “I’m here to get out.”Sparks flew as their claws scraped against the reinforced alloy walls. The room shuddered as the facility’s lockdown alarms continued to scream, red lights pulsing like a countdown.Her brother grunted as her strike landed. Not enough to wound him. But enough to irritate.“You always had potential,” he muttered, circling her. “But you were raised soft. By love. By grief. By Grey.”Mira bared her teeth. “That’s the difference between us. You think love weakens. I know it anchors.”He lunged again. This time, she didn’t dodge. She stepped into the attack and drove her elbow into his jaw.For a moment, just one,

The silence was suffocating.Mira blinked once. Then again.She was back in the chair.Strapped. Sedated. Alone.Her chest rose sharply as the memory of escape, of Grey, Seventeen, the shattered doors, evaporated like steam on glass.“No,” she rasped, shaking her head. “No… I broke out. I fought…”But the sterile white walls said otherwise.The restraints dug into her skin just as they had the first time. Her veins throbbed where the silver IV still fed her sedation blend. The pulse monitor beside her beeped steadily. Cold. Unfeeling.Dr. Callen’s voice echoed again. Calm. Smug.“Subject Luna-13. Still clinging to the delusion of liberation. Fascinating.”Mira’s heart stuttered.It hadn’t been real.None of it.Not Seventeen’s rescue. Not her brother’s strike. Not even Grey’s arms around her.They’d fabricated the entire thing.“You bastards,” she hissed, her voice raw with fury. “You made me believe I won.”“We gave you what you needed,” Callen replied from beyond the chamber glass.

Mira collapsed against the chamber wall, bloodied but conscious.The alarms hadn’t stopped screaming since she ripped out the IV. Somewhere in the upper levels, systems were failing. Not because she escaped physically, but because she broke the sequence. Their perfect loop.And now?She was writing her own."Subject Luna-13 has overridden chamber input," a voice crackled through the emergency feed. "Containment stability: compromised."Good, Mira thought. Let it all come down.The emergency lockdown should’ve sealed her in again but it didn’t. The system faltered. Doors flickered, unsure. It was the blood. Her blood. Her Red Moon blood. The tech didn’t know how to respond.She looked across the chamber at Echo. Still in the pod. Still alive. But the monitors were spiking."Hold on," Mira whispered.She didn’t waste time trying to brute-force the pod. Instead, she staggered to the terminal behind it, a Circle access console synced with biometric locks.Mira pressed her palm against it.

The lights above flickered again, this time, not from failure, but indecision. The system didn’t know how to respond to Mira anymore.She wasn’t running. She wasn’t hiding.She was rewriting."That drive changed everything," she murmured, watching the ripple of red and gold pulse through the console screen. “They thought I’d use it to escape. But I’m staying.”Echo shifted beside her, pulling Mira’s coat tighter around her trembling shoulders. “You said we were going to find the core server and bring it down.”“We are,” Mira said. “But first… we overwrite the last chain.”She held her wrist up again, the cuff interface glowing with mirrored static. The signal she’d injected was stabilizing, spreading. She could feel it crawling through the Circle’s dreamnet. Not crashing it, yet. Just bending it. Warping it from within.The virus was learning.And so was she.“Is that… new?” Echo asked, pointing to the center console.A single node had appeared on the map interface: MIRROR-NODE-01. It