The console flared white.
Liam's scream was silent, his body suspended midair, threads of code pulling him apart and stitching him back together in a single breath. He wasn't standing on the floor anymore—he was the floor, the walls, the lights. He was inside the train's source code.
Time fractured.
In one blink, he was a child watching the Tower rise from the ground. In the next, he was older—working with Viera, arguing over protocols, laughing in the server halls, building the Eclipse.
And then—fire. Ash. The world falling. Viera crying. The decision to lock themselves inside the one machine that might survive.
Route Zero wasn't an escape.
It was a prison.
One they made. Together.
Liam's vision cleared. The Phantom Carriage was gone.
He now stood in a train car made entirely of light and memory. Glowing blue walls formed as he moved. Viera stood across from him—flickering, her face clean on one side and torn code on the other.
"You finally remembered," she whispered.
"Not all of it," Liam replied, barely breathing. "Why did you let me forget?"
"Because guilt burns deeper than logic," she said softly. "You couldn't bear what we did. So you rewrote yourself."
Neith's voice came faintly from behind, muffled by layers of data. "Liam… where are you?"
Viera turned. "The system's still purging the anomaly threads. If you want to save them—the passengers, the real ones—you have to stop the train from completing the loop."
"How?"
She pointed beyond the carriage. Through a warped window, Liam saw it: a glowing rail stretching into darkness. And at the end, a black sphere—the Zero Core.
"The route you opened leads there. But so does the reset."
Viera stepped closer, placing a hand on his chest. "If you go, you won't come back as just Liam."
He met her eyes. "Then I'll come back as the Reclaimer."
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