Chapter 10— The Pulse Beneath Silence
The moment Chad saw it—
He stopped breathing.
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The vial was small. Unassuming.
Held loosely between Lira's fingers as though it were nothing more than a trinket.
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But inside it—
A faint, shifting glow pulsed like a sleeping heartbeat.
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Aetherion.
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The word didn't just come to him.
It rose.
Like something remembered rather than learned.
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"…No…" he murmured.
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"Hmm?" Lira tilted her head slightly.
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Chad blinked, snapping back to himself.
The garden came back into focus—the trimmed hedges, the soft rustle of leaves, the faint scent of something floral in the air.
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"…Nothing," he said, exhaling slowly. "Just… didn't expect something like that."
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Lira didn't respond immediately.
She simply watched him.
Carefully.
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"Pretty, right?" she said after a moment, lifting the vial so it caught the sunlight.
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The glow within it shifted—subtle, but not random.
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Chad forced himself to nod.
"…Yeah."
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"Can't believe you've never seen these before…"
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Her tone was light.
But there was something beneath it.
Testing.
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Chad gave a small shrug.
"…Guess I haven't."
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A pause stretched between them.
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"They're everywhere, you know," Lira said, turning the vial slowly between her fingers. "If you dig deep enough… especially around the beast glaze."
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That name again.
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Chad's attention sharpened.
"…The beast glaze?"
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She glanced at him briefly.
"…Dangerous place. Unstable mana. Creatures don't behave normally there."
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A small pause.
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"This one was gotten from deep within the beast glaze outside the city."
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Chad's gaze locked onto the vial again.
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So that's where…
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"…Scholars studied them for centuries," she continued. "Tried everything. Mana infusion, compression, elemental exposure…"
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She let out a quiet breath.
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"…Nothing worked."
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Her fingers stilled.
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"It doesn't react to mana. Doesn't bind. Doesn't change."
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A faint, dismissive shrug.
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"So they stopped caring."
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Silence followed.
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Chad stared at the Aetherion.
Longer this time.
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Stopped caring…?
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A faint tightening in his chest.
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No… you just didn't understand it…
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"…Can I see it?" he asked.
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Lira's gaze flicked up to his.
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There it was again.
That pause.
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"…Sure," she said at last, stepping closer.
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Close enough that Chad could notice the faint scent of something clean… like rain.
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She placed the vial into his palm.
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And the moment his skin made contact—
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Pulse.
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It wasn't strong.
It wasn't visible.
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But it was there.
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A shift.
A recognition.
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Chad felt it.
Not as a sensation—
But as awareness.
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His fingers tightened slightly before he forced them to relax.
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"…Feels lighter than I expected," he said, steadying his voice.
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Inside—
His thoughts were anything but steady.
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It reacted.
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Across from him—
Lira's expression didn't change.
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But her fingers twitched slightly at her side.
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"…That's not normal…" she murmured.
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Chad's eyes flicked to her.
"…What isn't?"
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But she wasn't looking at him.
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Her gaze had shifted.
Slightly to the side.
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As though listening.
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"…I know…" she whispered, almost inaudible.
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A pause.
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Then she blinked, straightening slightly.
"…Nothing."
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Chad watched her carefully now.
Something about that—
Wasn't normal.
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"…You've been acting strange," she said suddenly.
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The shift was sharp.
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"…Have I?" Chad replied.
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"You forgot your promise. You hesitated earlier. You're asking questions you usually don't."
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Her gaze sharpened.
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"And now this."
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Chad let out a small breath.
"…You're overthinking it."
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"Am I?"
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She stepped closer.
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This time, there was no pretense.
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"You feel different," she said quietly.
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Chad met her gaze.
"…People change."
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"That quickly?"
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Silence.
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"You didn't argue with me today."
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"…Didn't feel like it."
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"Chad always feels like it."
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That lingered.
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Chad didn't respond.
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And that was the problem.
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Her eyes narrowed.
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"…I knew it…"
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A faint whisper slipped from her lips—
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"…not yet…"
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Chad caught it.
"…What?"
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She didn't answer.
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Instead, she took another step forward.
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Close enough now that there was no space left between them.
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Her voice dropped.
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"…Who are you?"
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The question landed like a blade.
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Chad's heartbeat quickened.
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"…What are you talking about?"
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"I'm serious."
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Her eyes didn't waver.
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"You look like him. You sound like him."
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A slight tilt of her head.
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"But you're not him."
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Chad felt it.
That tightening again.
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He forced a small scoff.
"…You're imagining things."
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"Then prove it."
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"…What?"
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"Say something he would say."
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Chad opened his mouth.
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And nothing came out.
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That silence—
Was louder than anything.
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Her expression shifted.
Not surprised.
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Confirmed.
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"…I knew it…" she whispered.
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She leaned in slightly—
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But before she could speak—
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"Miss."
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A servant approached, bowing.
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"My apologies. It is getting late. Your guest's father is preparing to leave."
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The tension snapped.
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Lira straightened.
"…Right."
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She turned back to Chad.
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That look lingered again.
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Unfinished.
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Chad moved to hand the vial back.
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But as he did—
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Her fingers brushed against his.
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And something subtle—
Shifted.
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"…Keep it," she said quietly.
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Chad blinked.
"…What?"
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"Just for a while."
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Her tone was light.
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But her eyes were not.
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"…Return it next time."
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A pause.
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"…If there is one."
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Chad studied her.
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Then slowly closed his fingers around the vial.
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"…Alright."
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The carriage ride was quiet.
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Chad sat still, the vial hidden in his coat.
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His mind was anything but still.
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It reacted.
She noticed.
She gave it to me anyway.
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Why?
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"…Chad."
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His father's voice cut through his thoughts.
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He didn't respond.
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"…Chad."
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"What?" he snapped.
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The word came out sharp.
Too sharp.
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Silence followed.
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Chad stiffened immediately.
"…I—sorry. I didn't mean that."
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Kael waved it off.
"It's fine."
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But his gaze lingered.
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"…Long day?"
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"…Yeah."
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"…It was good," Chad added quickly.
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Kael nodded.
"…Good."
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And the silence returned.
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That night—
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The vial sat on the table.
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Still.
Quiet.
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Chad stood over it.
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"…What are you…?" he murmured.
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Slowly—
He picked it up.
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Pulse.
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Stronger.
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Sharper.
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"…—!"
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A surge shot through his hand.
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He dropped it.
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Crash.
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Glass shattered across the floor.
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"…Damn it—!"
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He dropped to his knees, reaching for the fragments.
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A sharp sting—
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"…tch—!"
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A shard cut into his finger.
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Blood welled.
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A drop fell—
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Onto the Aetherion.
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Silence.
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Then—
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PULSE.
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Violent.
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The substance shifted.
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Not liquid.
Not solid.
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Something else.
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It moved.
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Threads of light stretched outward—
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Thin.
Precise.
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Like countless microscopic strands.
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Reaching.
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Toward him.
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"…What the—"
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They touched his skin—
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And sank in.
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Chad froze.
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"…No…"
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His vision shattered.
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FLASH
Cold metal.
White lights.
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FLASH
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A dim room.
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Cold light.
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Metal surfaces reflecting pale blue across the walls.
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A table—covered in scattered notes, fragmented equations, symbols that almost made sense—
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And at the center—
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A containment unit.
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Inside it—
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A faint, shifting glow.
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Aetherion.
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A figure leaned over it.
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Young.
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Somewhere between late teens, to early twenties.
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Focused.
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"…stabilize… just a little more…"
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His voice.
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Chad's.
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But different.
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Sharper.
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Tired.
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His hand moved quickly across the interface—
Adjusting.
Refining.
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"…it's not inert… it's incomplete…"
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He paused.
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"…it needs a bridge…"
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A sudden wince.
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His body stiffened slightly.
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"…again…?"
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A drop of blood slipped from his nose.
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He didn't notice.
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It fell—
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Slow.
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Silent.
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Into the chamber.
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For a moment—
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Nothing happened.
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Then—
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A faint shift.
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So subtle it could've been missed.
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The glow tightened.
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Not reacting—
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Aligning.
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"…that's new—…"
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His eyes narrowed slightly.
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"…what the—"
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The light flickered.
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Once.
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Twice.
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Stronger.
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"…no… that shouldn't—"
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The hum of the machine deepened.
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A low vibration building beneath the surface.
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"…stop—"
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His hand moved quickly—
Trying to shut it down—
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But his vision blurred.
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The room tilted.
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"…not now…"
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The glow surged—
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Not outward—
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Inward.
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Condensing.
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"…what did I—"
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His legs gave out.
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The last thing he saw—
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Was the Aetherion—
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Shifting toward him.
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Then—
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Darkness.
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