The Descent

The stairway spiraled downward into the abyss, every step reverberating like a drumbeat against the hollow walls. The deeper they went, the colder the air became, charged with something unnatural. It wasn't just the damp, musty atmosphere of the undercity—it was the feeling of being watched.

Eli muttered under his breath, his fingers twitching near his blade. "I hate places like this."

Yumi didn't answer. Her mind was still reeling from what she had seen—Lucid. The fragment of herself trapped in the Echo, waiting for her. Watching her. Becoming something else entirely.

Azrael walked beside her, his expression unreadable. He hadn't spoken since they entered. That was never a good sign.

Arjun, on the other hand, was glued to his scanner. "We're picking up massive energy fluctuations below. Whatever's down there, it's alive in some way."

Eli exhaled. "Of course it is. Because nothing can ever be just a stupid empty room."

They reached the bottom. A massive steel door stood before them, its surface etched with symbols—more of Lucid's markings.

Yumi took a breath and reached out.

The door groaned, then slid open.

Inside was a cavernous chamber, unlike anything they had expected.

Neon-lit panels stretched across the walls, pulsing with raw data. The floor was lined with cables, all converging at the center—where something shifted.

A figure sat in the middle of the room, cross-legged, eyes closed. The moment Yumi stepped forward, they opened.

Lucid.

But this time, its form wasn't distorted. It wasn't flickering like a glitching program.

It looked human.

It looked exactly like her.

"You're finally here," Lucid said, standing.

Yumi's breath caught.

Eli swore under his breath. "Nope. Nope. Absolutely not."

Lucid smiled. "You still don't understand, do you?"

Yumi clenched her fists. "Then make me understand."

Lucid took a slow step forward. And suddenly, the room itself shifted.

The walls disappeared. The floor dissolved into an endless sea of code.

Yumi's body felt light, untethered, like she was floating in the vast expanse of a digital void.

Lucid reached out a hand. "I am not a copy. I am not an illusion."

The void trembled. Data swirled around them, forming fragmented memories—her memories.

Lucid's voice was soft, yet unyielding.

"I am you. The part you abandoned when you touched the Echo. And I want to come back."

The world around them flickered violently.

Yumi stared at her counterpart, feeling something she hadn't expected.

Fear.