CHAPTER 133: THE FRACTURED PATH

The image of Kaito’s face refused to leave Nyra’s mind. It clung to her thoughts like smoke that wouldn’t fade, no matter how hard she tried to push it away.

She hadn’t told the others what she’d seen. Not yet. How could she? How could she explain that the shadows had gathered and twisted into the shape of her brother, speaking with his voice as if it truly were him? If she spoke the truth, it might crush what little hope they still had left.

So she kept silent, even though the secret felt heavy in her chest, burning like a coal she couldn’t spit out.

Around them, the Fork was breaking apart. It didn’t feel like one place anymore but dozens, all stitched together with rough, crooked seams.

The ground and sky kept shifting as they walked. One moment they moved through a strange forest where the leaves were made of glass, each shard catching bits of sky like pieces of a shattered mirror. Then the forest would fall away, and they would find themselves in a long hallway of pale stone, its arches and walls looking as if they belonged to the Architects’ hidden sanctums.

A few steps later, the stone crumbled, giving way to a field of blackened earth where something enormous had once struck the ground, leaving only scars and silence behind.

Every step felt wrong, like trespassing through fragments of someone else’s broken memory.

The air itself was unstable. Threads of code shimmered faintly in the distance, snapping and sparking as Dominion corruption seeped in through the breaches.

"We can’t keep wandering," Mika said, her tone clipped. "The seams are widening. The longer we stay in these fractures, the harder it’ll be to pull back together."

Yue stood close to her side, quiet as ever, though her sharp eyes never stopped watching the broken horizon. She finally spoke, her voice low and steady. "Dominion scouts will come. They’re never far when there’s blood in the air."

Nyra felt the weight of the others’ attention shift toward her. No one said it aloud, but she knew. For so long, they had followed Kaito’s lead. And now, with him gone—drawn into the Core—their gazes fell on her instead, as if the role had passed to her by default.

Her chest tightened. She wasn’t ready for this. Not for the weight of choices, not for the silence that expected answers from her lips. But she couldn’t let them see that. She couldn’t let them doubt, not now.

"Then we move," Nyra said, forcing her voice to stay steady even though her stomach knotted. "We head toward the lattice—the one that hasn’t broken yet. The deeper we push, the closer we’ll be to the Core’s anchor. If we can hold together there, maybe... maybe the Fork won’t fall apart completely."

Kael gave a grunt and swung his massive blade up onto his shoulder. His expression was flat, but his tone held a challenge. "And if the Dominion scouts are already there waiting for us?"

Nyra met his eyes, her throat dry. She forced the words out, heavy as stone. "Then we fight."

The answer hung in the air, thicker than she meant it to be, heavier than she wanted to admit. But it was enough.

Without another word, the group pressed forward into the shifting landscape, each step carrying them deeper into uncertainty, and closer to whatever waited at the Core’s heart.

The terrain shifted again beneath their feet, folding into an old battlefield. Ash scattered in the windless air, clinging to Nyra’s boots, her hair, her skin. All around them lay remnants of war—shattered weapons, burned banners, skeletal husks half-buried in the grey earth.

Nyra’s stomach turned. This wasn’t some Dominion projection. She remembered this place. She and Kaito had walked through it once, back when they were still just players, long before the Eclipse Reaver, long before the Architects had marked them. The battlefield had been a raid zone then. But here, now, it was raw, stripped of game polish, too real in its silence.

Kael muttered, "Feels like we’re walking inside your brother’s memories."

Nyra froze at that. He didn’t know how close he was to the truth.

A faint hum rippled across the air. Yue’s head snapped up. "Scouts," she said sharply.

From the far ridge, figures emerged. Not many at first—half a dozen silhouettes in Dominion armor, their outlines twitching with static corruption. Their eyes glowed an unnatural violet, their bodies moving in stilted, unnatural sync.

And behind them, the ground split, widening into a jagged tear. More poured out. A breach.

"Too many," Mika hissed.

Nyra drew her blade. Her pulse hammered, but her voice was calm. "We don’t run."

They needed this. They needed to remember how to stand without Kaito in front of them. And she—she needed to prove she wasn’t just his shadow.

The Dominion came fast.

They didn’t cry out or roar like living soldiers would. Instead, the Dominion fighters moved in an unnatural silence, their weapons cutting through the air in perfect, practiced arcs. The only sound was the clash of steel meeting steel, the harsh scrape of corrupted metal grinding against clean blades.

Nyra was the first to meet them. She raised her sword and struck, sparks flying as her blade clashed against the enemy’s. The force of the impact rattled all the way through her arm, but she didn’t back down.

She pressed harder, step by step, forcing the twisted soldier backward. Kaito’s lessons echoed in her mind—hesitation is the same as death. Her strikes grew sharper, faster, each one chosen without doubt.

Kael fought beside her with raw power, swinging his heavy blade in wide arcs. He cut down two corrupted soldiers in a single motion, the sound of his strike ringing like a bell across the battlefield.

Mika stood just behind them, her hands glowing as she sent out bursts of magic—bright arcs of searing light that punched straight through armored chests, leaving burning holes in their wake.

Yue was the shadow among them, moving without a sound, slipping past defenses and striking from angles no one else could see. Her knives flashed, and enemies dropped without a cry.

For a brief heartbeat, they held their ground. Together, they formed a wall against the corruption, blades and light cutting down anything that pushed too close.

But then the breach shuddered and pulsed again, and more Dominion poured out. Their bodies twisted as they came through, warping into shapes that looked less and less human. Some sprouted too many arms, weapons sprouting from each limb.

Others crawled along the ground like broken insects, their movements jerky and wrong. The Core’s weakening was feeding them, letting the Dominion shed the last pieces of their human shapes and twist more freely into monsters.

The line wavered. And Nyra knew this was only the beginning.

"Nyra!" Mika shouted. "We can’t outlast this many!"

Nyra grit her teeth. She could feel it too. Their rhythm was faltering. Kael’s breath came ragged. Mika’s light was dimming. Even Yue was slowing under the endless tide.

She needed something more. Something to tip the balance.

Her gaze flicked to the breach. Its edges rippled like a wound bleeding corruption. And beyond it—just for a heartbeat—she felt him.

Kaito.

Not the faint ache of memory, not the whisper of his presence she sometimes imagined. This was sharper, hungrier, too close to be only her mind.

Her chest tightened.

"Cover me," Nyra said. She didn’t wait for them to argue. She ran straight toward the breach.

The world around the tear warped as she drew close. Dominion soldiers twisted, their movements glitching, their edges flickering like broken code. The pull of the breach tugged at her bones.

And then—she heard him.

"Nyra."

She froze mid-step. The voice came from inside the tear. It was his voice. Her brother’s.

But it was layered, distorted, as if another voice spoke beneath his, echoing with static.

"You shouldn’t be here."

Her hands trembled on her blade. The shadows of the Dominion pressed in, but she barely noticed them. Her eyes burned with tears.

"Kaito?" She muttered.

The breach pulsed violently, like it recognized her. Like it wanted her.

"I am here," the voice said. And for a moment, it was perfectly him. The warmth, the calm steadiness that had always anchored her. "But I am not the same."

The Dominion soldiers froze mid-motion, their heads jerking toward the tear as if answering a command. Then, all at once, they retreated, vanishing back into the breach. The battlefield fell silent but for the hum of the wound in reality.

Behind her, Mika and Kael stared, bewildered.

"They... stopped?" Mika said, panting.

"They didn’t stop," Yue murmured, her eyes fixed on Nyra. "They were called back."

Nyra’s heart hammered so loud it drowned out everything else. She couldn’t speak. Couldn’t breathe.

Because she understood now.

Kaito wasn’t just inside the Core. He was reaching through it.

And the Dominion was listening.

The breach sealed itself slowly, its violet glow dimming until only ash remained on the ground. The battlefield was quiet again, but the silence was heavier than before.

Nyra stood there, her fists clenched around her blade, her breath shaking. The others waited, watching her carefully, but she had no words to give them. Not yet.

Because what she had just felt—the voice, the command, the Dominion retreating at his presence—was worse than anything she had feared.

Kaito was alive.

But he wasn’t just her brother anymore.

He was becoming something else.

Something that could command the Dominion.

And if that was true, then their fight had only just begun.