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The moment Kael stepped beyond the ruins of Site Theta-9, the atmosphere shifted. The stars overhead flickered unnaturally, as if reality itself was rejecting what had just occurred. The Mirror Echo's final words lingered like static in Kael's neural web:
> "You're not the only one who chose Transcendence... but you may be the last."
Ryssa walked behind him in silence. She understood her role now — not as a companion to sway Kael, but as the last Architect-born signalkeeper. She couldn't follow his path, but she could trace it.
Far above, in orbit around the fractured moon Arkhis, the Dominion Core awoke.
> [ Initiating Protocol: Echo-Terminus ] [ Primary Target: Kael // Status: Rogue Transcendent ]
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Voidfront — Orbital Channel: Imperial High Command
Admiral Saevan stared at the Echo telemetry flowing across the screen.
> "Seven rogue signatures. All awakened within five cycles. Kael is accelerating the pattern."
A synthetic voice responded — the Empire's Central Command construct, SIGMA.
> "Correction: Nine rogue signatures. Two are unaccounted for."
Saevan clenched his jaw. "Deploy the Signalbinders. Activate the Hemlock Circuits. I want every field operant and cold-genius tuned to Echo frequencies."
> "Shall we authorize bio-erasure protocols on contact?"
"Negative," he growled. "Bring them in. We don't destroy anomalies. We harness them. Kael's path ends with extraction — or submission."
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Site K-13: Subsurface Echo Cradle
Kael's vision distorted again — not from neural strain, but because another Echo was waking nearby. He could feel it. The threads of Void converged below them.
He turned to Ryssa.
> "Another is about to awaken. Keep your distance."
Ryssa nodded. "Signal density suggests it's not one of the stable ones."
They descended through hollowed tunnels, until they reached a massive stasis cradle.
Inside, suspended in a fractured Void glass sphere, floated a child. No older than twelve.
But her aura was wrong — timeless, vast, and unstable.
> [ Echo-09: Lyria ] [ Alignment: Undefined // Signal Entropy: 92% ]
As Kael approached, her eyes opened — pitch black, not with darkness, but with raw, unfinished programming.
> "Who… am I supposed to be?" she asked.
Kael didn't answer. He simply placed a single finger on the cradle.
> "Become. Or be erased."
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Above them, the Dominion Core's first wave broke atmosphere.
A rain of obsidian pods descended across dead zones. Each one carried an anti-Echo executioner:
> [ Vanguard Class: Parallax Hunters ] [ Authorization: Kill or Convert ]
The war had begun. Not for control of the Empire — but for the right to define what came after it.
And Kael? He wasn't fighting to survive.
He was fighting to become the last algorithm.
> The Final Architect.
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