Semua Bab REBORN IN THE CATACLYSM: I DUMP MY LEECH HUSBAND FIRST: Bab 81 - Bab 90

We put almost two kilometers between us and the ranger station before the residual sensors showed the Continuity factions fully disengaging from each other.The Capture team had withdrawn south to reorganize. The Terminate element had begun a wider lethal search pattern to the east. Neither was in immediate pursuit, but the window was temporary. Both sides still had the residual trail of the Stage 2 bond. Both sides would reacquire it once they finished sorting the conflicting tasking that had just cost them the station.Howard kept the column moving through dense pine at the best speed the exhausted fighters could sustain. Mara watched the backtrail. Voss supported the remnant woman when she stumbled. I ran with Sarah’s quiet weight against my chest and the thin, automatic stamina share continuing its work—my residual strength trickling across the frayed bond to keep her vital signs stable, a quieter return flow keeping the worst of the post-spike tremor from locking my hands complet

The Stage 2 transfer had been running for almost three hours when Sarah’s breathing changed.I felt it first through the bond—a thin, deliberate shift in the residual awareness that had been almost completely silent since the white-out scream. The automatic stamina share stuttered once, then adjusted as her vital signs climbed out of the deepest recovery state. The frayed connection thickened by a fraction. Sensory echoes from Stage 1 flickered at the edge of the link like weak signals trying to find a clear channel.I looked down.Sarah’s eyes were open.In the low light of the draw they were still clouded with exhaustion, but they were focused. She stared at my face for a long moment, as if confirming that the larger body the bond had been feeding her was still the same one. Then her small hand tightened weakly in the fabric of my jacket.The residual sensors still showed both Continuity factions reorganizing at a distance. Howard remained at the northern edge of the draw, deliberat

The residual sensors caught the Continuity grid tightening two hours after we left the draw.Both factions had finished reorganizing. Capture and Terminate signatures were no longer interfering with each other; they had settled into parallel search patterns that still shared the same residual trail data. The Stage 2 bond’s quiet biological marker was bright enough for both doctrines to follow once they stopped spending operators on internal conflict.Howard pushed the column harder toward the only remaining terrain feature that offered any chance of breaking residual heat: a wide, fast-moving river that cut north-south across the next valley. The charts showed a shallow ford three kilometers downstream and a deeper, faster section closer to our current bearing. Neither was good. Both were better than open ground under a fully reorganized Continuity lattice.We reached the river under low cloud at the edge of evening. The water ran cold and dark, forty meters across at the narrowest po

The tracks were still fresh enough to follow when I made the decision.We had put another kilometer between us and the river. Continuity ground elements were still crossing downstream. The drones had climbed back into the cloud cover to reorganize their lattice. The residual trail of the Stage 2 bond remained the brightest biological marker on either faction’s board, but for the moment the immediate pressure had dropped low enough for the larger calculation to surface.I stopped in a shallow fold of ground and turned to face the remaining column.Howard, Mara, the remnant woman, and Sarah’s quiet weight against my chest. Four adults. One child. The argument about the bond, about cost, about whether I was blinded, still sat unresolved between us. Lia’s parallel tracks had simply given it a new and immediate shape.“I’m going after her,” I said.Howard’s expression did not change, but something in his posture locked. “No.”“She has the orbital schedules. She has full knowledge of the re

We walked for another twenty minutes along the creek before Lia stopped.The ravine had narrowed into a shallow cut screened by thick pine and low rock. Residual sensors still showed no immediate Continuity signatures inside the first kilometer. Howard’s splinter group remained somewhere west, their residual heat deliberately broken. The Stage 2 bond pulsed in its quiet, exhausted rhythm between Sarah and me—thin stamina share still moving, sensory echoes weak and intermittent. She had not woken since the partial conversation in the draw.Lia turned to face me, hands still visible, the data drive clipped to her belt like a quiet accusation.“You can’t extract the schedules by force,” she said. “The encryption is keyed to a dead-man protocol. If my residual signature drops out of the oversight layer’s monitoring window without the proper handshake, the drive wipes. You get nothing, and the people who actually set the glassing windows simply adjust their timeline. You’ve already confirm