Echoes of the Self

The world around them was unraveling. Fragments of memories—Yumi's memories—spun in the void like broken glass, distorting and reshaping themselves into shifting figures, faces she barely recognized yet knew intimately.

Lucid stood at the center, watching her with patient, knowing eyes. Her eyes.

"I want to come back," she had said.

Yumi swallowed hard. "You say that like I left you behind on purpose."

Lucid tilted her head slightly, amusement flickering across her face. "You did. The moment you touched the Echo, you shed the part of you that couldn't survive in the real world. The part of you that hesitated. That doubted. That feared."

The memories around them shifted again, images bleeding into one another.

A younger Yumi, standing before the Iron Nexus for the first time.

A fleeting glimpse of her father, face half-buried in shadows, his voice unreadable.

The moment she first heard Azrael's voice in her mind, whispering his cryptic warnings.

Yumi clenched her fists. "If you're really me, then you know I don't trust anything that just conveniently offers answers. Especially not when I don't know the cost."

Lucid smiled. It was eerie how much it mirrored her own. "Smart. But you don't have a choice."

The world trembled, the endless sea of code beneath them fracturing.

Eli's voice cut through the distortion. "YUMI!"

She turned—just in time to see Eli and Arjun fading, their forms breaking apart into pixels. They weren't meant to be here.

Panic surged through her. "Let them go!"

Lucid took a step closer, unfazed by the chaos. "I'm not the one holding them here. You are."

Yumi's heart pounded. What?

Lucid raised her hand, and suddenly, Yumi felt it—the pull of the Echo inside her. The way it had grown stronger every time she accessed it, how it had bled into her reality. It wasn't just data anymore. It wasn't just some external force trying to control her.

It was a part of her.

Lucid's voice softened. "The longer you fight it, the worse this gets. You think you can keep separating yourself from the Echo? You can't. You are the Echo now."

Yumi felt cold.

She had always thought of the Echo as a thing. A force. A weapon locked away in the digital abyss.

But what if it wasn't? What if it was alive?

And worse—what if it was already inside her?

The void shattered.

The real world slammed back into place with a force that sent Yumi staggering.

Her breath came in ragged gasps. She was back in the underground chamber. The neon-lit walls flickered erratically, the entire structure groaning like it was on the verge of collapse.

Eli was gripping his sword, eyes wide. "What the hell just happened?!"

Arjun was furiously scanning his interface, his fingers shaking. "I don't—I don't know! You just froze up, and then the entire system started spiking. You were locked in some kind of feedback loop—"

Yumi's head throbbed. She looked down at her hands. They were glitching, faint distortions flickering along her skin like static interference.

Azrael, who had been silent the entire time, finally spoke. His voice was unreadable.

"You saw it, didn't you?"

Yumi swallowed hard. "Lucid… she's not just a copy. She's something else. And she's waiting."

Azrael exhaled, as if confirming something he had long suspected. "Then we don't have much time."

A deep, mechanical growl rumbled through the walls.

Eli spun around. "Yeah, uh, we might have an even bigger problem."

The chamber trembled. The cables lining the floor snapped, and from the depths of the underground complex, something massive began to rise.

The Guardian of the Hollow Grid was waking up.