The Hollow Ones

The echoes lunged.

Yumi barely had time to react before the first shadowy figure reached her, its blurred hands grasping at her throat. She twisted away, heart hammering. The thing moved unnaturally, like a distorted recording skipping frames.

Eli swung his sword, but it passed straight through the echo without resistance. "Oh, come on—"

The figure shuddered, then reformed as if the attack had never happened.

"They're not real," Arjun said, eyes darting around. "They're constructs—manifestations of the Echo's fractured memory."

Azrael didn't move, his gaze locked on the approaching figures. "No. They are something worse."

Yumi dodged another attack, scanning the shifting plane for an escape. The echoes were multiplying, flickering in and out of existence, closing in on them. If weapons couldn't harm them, then fighting was useless.

She clenched her fists. Think. If this place is made of memories, then maybe—

Then it hit her.

"We have to disrupt them!" she yelled. "If they're memory constructs, they follow a set pattern—break the pattern, and they might destabilize!"

Eli dodged a swipe. "That's great, but how?"

Arjun's mind was already racing. "A paradox," he muttered. "If they're following pre-existing sequences, introducing something that doesn't belong might cause a rupture."

Yumi turned to Azrael. "You've been here before, haven't you?"

Azrael's jaw tightened. He didn't answer.

Yumi took a step forward, voice firm. "You know what this place is. You know how to bend it."

Azrael exhaled, his gaze flickering between the echoes and the broken sky above. "If we disrupt the memory plane enough, it might eject us."

Yumi nodded. "Then let's break it."

The echoes surged forward, their empty eyes burning with unnatural hunger.

And they ran straight into the paradox.