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Chapter 1: Recap & Drift

Space was silent, but the memories screamed.

Lira floated inside her damaged mech, the cockpit

dimly lit by flickering instrument panels and the
pulsing blue glow of the relic’s residual energy. Her
breath fogged the visor of her helmet, slow and
shallow. Outside, Kain’s mech drifted nearby,
tethered to hers by a magnetic cable — the only
physical thread holding them together after the
blast.

She didn’t know how much time had passed.

Minutes? Hours? Her body was sore, muscles stiff
from the lack of gravity and the weight of
exhaustion. Her mind wandered between the now
and then, lost in the fragmented afterimages of the
battle.

The flash.
The soundless explosion.
The moment the relic screamed.

Her squad had been scattered. Most of the cadets

—friends, rivals, voices she knew by heart—were
gone. Jax’s mech had been the first to lose signal.
After that, comms dissolved into static and
screams. Then the shockwave hit, knocking Lira’s
systems offline and sending her hurtling into the
void.

And yet, somehow… Kain had survived too.

He was supposed to be the enemy. Noxian. Cold,

sharp, unreadable. But now, she owed him her life.
In those last moments before the blackout, he had
reached for her, voice steady as everything fell
apart.
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> “Don’t fight the drift. I’ve got you.”

Now they were both stranded, floating just beyond

the station that had appeared when the relic
reacted — a station that didn’t exist on any map,
cloaked in silence and time. The stars around it
twisted oddly, warped by the gravity of the ancient
structure.

Lira’s HUD flickered again, drawing her out of the

haze. A low oxygen warning pulsed in the corner of
her screen, accompanied by a faint heartbeat-like
tone. She shifted, wincing as her shoulder flared
with pain.

“Kain,” she croaked into the comms, throat dry.

“Status?”

A pause, then his voice came through, rough but

stable.

“I’m here.”

That was enough.

They drifted in silence for a few moments longer.

The view ahead was mesmerizing — the alien
station’s surface was covered in luminous lines,
like circuitry carved into stone. Some of the glyphs
glowed faintly, pulsing in rhythm with the residual
relic energy in their mechs.

“It’s reacting to us,” Kain said.

“No,” Lira whispered, “It’s recognizing us.”

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Another silence. But it was different now — not

empty. Charged.

Her hand hovered over her console. Systems were

coming back online in short bursts, like a heart
beginning to beat again. She ran a diagnostic
sweep, noting key systems rebooting at 12%
capacity. Enough to move. Maybe enough to land.

Kain’s voice returned, low and thoughtful. “You

think this station is Starborn?”

She stared at the shifting glyphs ahead. “I think it’s

more than that. I think it’s waiting.”

The Pulse Mark on her wrist tingled faintly beneath

her suit. She remembered her mother’s words —
half-whispered warnings on encrypted logs: “The
relics are not tools. They’re invitations.”

The screen in front of her pulsed once more. An

energy signature flared from the station — like a
beacon awakening — and then receded.

The message was clear.

> Come closer.

Lira closed her eyes for just a second and breathed

in the stillness.

They had crossed the rift. They had survived the

storm.

Now, something ancient waited in the dark.

And it knew they were here.

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The deeper her mech tried to analyze it, the more

the results twisted, as if the station was rejecting
comprehension.

Or worse—responding to it.

“I’ve got partial gravity signatures,” she said.

“Localized to the docking arms. Can’t tell if it’s
natural… or an invitation.”

Kain didn’t respond right away. His mech’s posture

shifted subtly, scanning the spires above. “You ever
hear the old ghost stories about the Starborn?”

Lira scoffed. “Everyone has. The ‘echo-warriors’

that vanished beyond the edge of the galaxy.
Supposedly built tech that could reshape time
itself. Your people say they were gods. Mine say
they were traitors.”

“And what do you say?”

She thought about it for a moment. The relic. Her

mother. The dreams. The pulse that still hummed in
her blood. “I think they left something behind. And
we’ve spent centuries pretending we didn’t hear it.”

Ahead, the main landing platform came into full

view. It was massive—an open ring suspended over
a slow-turning core. Glowing symbols circled its
edges like a language waiting to be spoken. There
were no obvious hangars, no traditional
architecture—just form, function, and geometry
that bent perception.

Without warning, a beam of pale green light lanced

out from one of the station’s outer nodes, scanning
Kain’s mech. The systems froze momentarily, lights
flickering in his cockpit.
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Chapter 2: Approaching the Station

The alien station loomed ahead—massive, silent,

and alive.

From a distance, it resembled a broken cathedral

suspended in space. Towering spires extended
outward like fingers trying to grasp the stars, while
ring-like structures spun slowly, seemingly
powered by invisible forces. The surface
shimmered with flowing lines of pale light, running
like veins through obsidian metal. As Lira and Kain
drew closer, the scale of the station became
almost incomprehensible. It was larger than any
known structure built by human hands.

The tether between their mechs remained in place,

but they had stabilized their thrusters just enough
to move as one, drifting in slow formation toward
the main docking platform.

Lira’s voice cracked through the private comm line.

“Still no response from Command. No distress
signal confirmation, no ping from the cadet
beacons.”

Kain adjusted his trajectory to match hers. “They’ve

either blocked the signal… or we’re outside any
range they understand.”

“You think the station is jamming us?”

“I think it doesn’t want to be found.”

Lira paused, scanning the data feed flowing

through her HUD. Her mech’s sensors still
struggled to parse the material composition of the
station. The scans returned strange, half-complete
results—unfamiliar alloys, impossible geometries.
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The deeper her mech tried to analyze it, the more

the results twisted, as if the station was rejecting
comprehension.

Or worse—responding to it.

“I’ve got partial gravity signatures,” she said.

“Localized to the docking arms. Can’t tell if it’s
natural… or an invitation.”

Kain didn’t respond right away. His mech’s posture

shifted subtly, scanning the spires above. “You ever
hear the old ghost stories about the Starborn?”

Lira scoffed. “Everyone has. The ‘echo-warriors’

that vanished beyond the edge of the galaxy.
Supposedly built tech that could reshape time
itself. Your people say they were gods. Mine say
they were traitors.”

“And what do you say?”

She thought about it for a moment. The relic. Her

mother. The dreams. The pulse that still hummed in
her blood. “I think they left something behind. And
we’ve spent centuries pretending we didn’t hear it.”

Ahead, the main landing platform came into full

view. It was massive—an open ring suspended over
a slow-turning core. Glowing symbols circled its
edges like a language waiting to be spoken. There
were no obvious hangars, no traditional
architecture—just form, function, and geometry
that bent perception.

Without warning, a beam of pale green light lanced

out from one of the station’s outer nodes, scanning
Kain’s mech. The systems froze momentarily, lights
flickering in his cockpit.
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“Hold position,” he said, gritting his teeth. “It’s

scanning me.”

Another light beamed toward Lira’s mech, this one

gold and softer in intensity. Her HUD filled with
fragmented symbols—glyphs, more fluid than
digital, like they were written directly into her eyes.

“Do you feel that?” she asked.

Kain’s voice was hushed. “It’s… not just scanning.

It’s listening.”

Her hand trembled slightly over the throttle. “I think

it knows who we are.”

The lights faded, and the ring platform ahead

began to shift. The outer edges rotated inward,
creating a slow spiral pattern. A center point
opened like the eye of a storm, revealing a glowing
circular entry chamber just large enough for their
mechs.

The pulse marks on their wrists burned, visible now

through the suits as if reacting to the station’s
presence.

“Decision time,” Kain said. “You still in?”

Lira gave a breathless nod, then realized he

couldn’t see it. “Let’s go.”

The thrusters fired gently, pushing them forward.

As they entered the open spiral, the atmosphere
changed. Lira’s sensors registered a pressure
gradient. There was air inside the station. Not just
artificial gravity, but air.

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“You seeing this?” she asked.

Kain replied slowly, as if unsure. “It’s building a

pocket around us. Like… it’s adapting.”

They descended slowly into the glowing eye of the

platform. The moment they crossed the threshold,
the light behind them dimmed, and the world
around them changed.

Everything was quiet. Still. Expectant.

The docking chamber was spherical, its walls lined

with pulsating glyphs that gently rotated,
responding to their every motion. The moment both
mechs touched down, a low chime echoed through
the chamber — not digital, not mechanical, but
resonant. Organic.

They were inside.

Lira sat motionless, heart pounding. “I don’t think

this place was built to keep people out.”

Kain’s mech kneeled automatically, as if bowing.

“No. I think it was built to welcome them back.”

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neural fibers. The architecture was neither straight

nor curved, but something in between—designed
for beings with a sense of space and time
fundamentally different from human
understanding.

The symbols on the walls pulsed faintly as they

walked, reacting to their presence. At times, the
glyphs would arrange into patterns that resembled
constellations or orbital diagrams. Other times,
they flickered with images—memories, maybe.

Lira paused at one glyph that seemed familiar. Her

mother’s voice echoed in her memory:

> “The Starborn didn’t die. They scattered their

memory into matter. They became places.
Instruments. Gateways.”

This was one of those gateways.

Ahead, the corridor ended at another doorway—this

one covered in a lattice of metal and light. Unlike
the first, it didn’t open automatically.

Instead, it projected a glyph midair: the same

divided-circle symbol. Below it, two halves of a
handprint hovered in shimmering blue.

Kain looked at her. “It wants us both.”

Lira nodded. Without hesitation, she pressed her

right hand to the right half of the projection. Kain
did the same with his left.

For a moment, nothing happened.

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Chapter 3: The Door Opens

The interior chamber of the alien station pulsed like

the inside of a living machine—silent, luminous, and
vast. Lira’s mech stood at rest beside Kain’s, both
tethered to the platform with stabilizers. The air
shimmered faintly in waves of static light, not
unlike heat mirages, though there was no heat.

For a long time, neither pilot spoke.

Then the floor beneath them began to shift—almost

imperceptibly at first. Glyphs carved into the
metallic surface rippled outward, like stones
dropped in water. The entire chamber responded to
their presence, not mechanically, but rhythmically,
like breath.

Lira’s HUD flickered. A symbol appeared at the

center of her screen: a perfect circle broken by a
jagged line down the middle. A divide.

“It’s sending us something,” she murmured. “I

think… instructions.”

Kain’s display lit up similarly, but the glyphs were

inverted, mirrored. His voice was low. “I’m reading
the same thing. It’s giving us opposite keys. Split—
yet synced.”

Lira’s hands hovered over her controls. “Like it

wants both of us. Together.”

Before them, a vertical line glowed on the far wall—

nearly invisible until it pulsed with color. A seam.
Slowly, it began to open.

A sound, not unlike an exhalation, passed through

the chamber. Panels retracted in elegant spirals,
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revealing a massive doorway layered with golden

light and particulate energy. It wasn’t just a
mechanical hatch. It was more like a membrane—
an interface between the known and unknown.

Kain stepped his mech forward, cautiously. The

glow parted around him like mist.

“Wait,” Lira said quickly. “Let’s go in on foot. Mechs

might trigger defenses.”

Kain hesitated, then nodded. “Agreed.”

The two of them descended from their cockpits. As

Lira touched the station floor for the first time, she
felt something stir in her spine—a low, tingling hum,
like the Pulse Mark on her wrist was vibrating
beneath the skin.

Her boots touched the surface. It was warmer than

she expected, smooth but alive. The station
thrummed beneath her, syncing to her every breath,
as if it were scanning her body’s rhythm. Kain
landed beside her a second later, silent and alert.

The two stood before the golden threshold.

No words were exchanged. They both understood

—this was a one-way door. Whatever lay beyond
wasn’t simply meant to be seen. It was meant to be
experienced.

Lira reached out. The air was thick, almost viscous,

yet she passed through it easily. Kain followed.

Inside was not what they expected.

The passage opened into a corridor lit by

bioluminescent threads that ran along the walls like
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neural fibers. The architecture was neither straight

nor curved, but something in between—designed
for beings with a sense of space and time
fundamentally different from human
understanding.

The symbols on the walls pulsed faintly as they

walked, reacting to their presence. At times, the
glyphs would arrange into patterns that resembled
constellations or orbital diagrams. Other times,
they flickered with images—memories, maybe.

Lira paused at one glyph that seemed familiar. Her

mother’s voice echoed in her memory:

> “The Starborn didn’t die. They scattered their

memory into matter. They became places.
Instruments. Gateways.”

This was one of those gateways.

Ahead, the corridor ended at another doorway—this

one covered in a lattice of metal and light. Unlike
the first, it didn’t open automatically.

Instead, it projected a glyph midair: the same

divided-circle symbol. Below it, two halves of a
handprint hovered in shimmering blue.

Kain looked at her. “It wants us both.”

Lira nodded. Without hesitation, she pressed her

right hand to the right half of the projection. Kain
did the same with his left.

For a moment, nothing happened.

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Then the entire station shook.

The glyphs flared to full brightness, racing down

the corridor in waves of cascading symbols. The
door dissolved—not into panels or parts, but into
pure light, revealing a vast chamber beyond.

And at its center: a monolith.

Dark. Towering. Silent.

Floating above the floor, rotating slowly, etched

with lines too fine for any known tool. The monolith
was surrounded by hovering orbs that projected
flickers of sound and image—battlefields long
gone, alien starships, figures that might have been
Starborn.

Lira stepped forward, unable to look away.

Her Pulse Mark throbbed in sync with the

monolith’s rotations.

Kain put a hand on her shoulder. ���Whatever

this is... it’s the reason we were pulled here.”

Lira nodded. Her voice was barely a whisper.

“Then it’s time we listened.”

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Chapter 4: Echoes of the Past

The chamber felt like it existed outside of time.

Lira and Kain stood at the edge of the monolith’s

influence, their boots just inches from the first
concentric ring of glowing glyphs that encircled the
ancient core. The air shimmered like heated glass,
though there was no heat. It was pressure — not
physical, but psychological. Like walking into a
cathedral built by minds too vast to comprehend.

The monolith rotated slowly, silently. Every shift

sent waves of light rippling through the glyph-rings,
triggering pulses of sound: echoes of a language
too old and too complex to be heard, only felt.

Lira swallowed. Her Pulse Mark throbbed under her

suit again, responding as it had on the relic and at
the rift. But this was different. Sharper. Personal.

“Do you feel that?” she asked, not breaking her

gaze.

Kain nodded, eyes locked on the monolith. “It’s

like... it’s looking through me.”

The holographic orbs that circled the monolith

began to activate. One by one, they projected
shifting images into the chamber — fragments of
memories, perhaps. Histories encoded in photonic
data. The images had no color at first. Only shape
and motion, like shadows etched in starlight.

The first vision was a battlefield — but not one

either of them recognized. Towering mechs unlike
any human design clashed in silence, their bodies
angular and translucent, weapons rippling with
crystalline fire. The landscape beneath them was
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alien: a fractured world suspended in orbit around

a bleeding star.

The image distorted and reformed.

Now, a council chamber. Tall figures stood around

a radiant core, arguing in a language that sparked
along the walls. Above them floated diagrams of
galaxies — some of which no longer existed. One
of the figures turned, and Lira gasped. Its form was
familiar. Human-like. Not quite. But close enough.

“Starborn,” she whispered.

Kain’s hand instinctively reached for the hilt of his

sidearm, though he didn’t draw it. “They’re not
myths.”

The chamber pulsed.

The next projection hit Lira like a gut punch: a

Starborn pilot, alone in the void, drifting inside a
damaged ship, their expression one of quiet
sorrow. Their hand pressed to a circular glyph —
and a mark appeared on their skin.

A Pulse Mark.

Lira staggered back, clutching her wrist. Her Mark

had begun to glow again — faint, but undeniable.

“It’s showing us their memory,” she said. “These

Marks… they’re not just genetic. They’re inherited.”

“Memory,” Kain said quietly, “as legacy.”

The chamber dimmed slightly as the monolith

rotated again. A final vision unfolded — a Starborn
fleet leaving a world behind. As their ships
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ascended, the planet fractured and bled light,

consumed by rift energy. The relics — hundreds of
them — were ejected like seeds scattered to the
stars.

“They destroyed their own world,” Lira said, awe

and horror mingling in her voice.

Kain turned to her. “No. They preserved it — in

fragments. They planted their history across the
galaxy. Waiting for someone to find it.”

And now, Lira and Kain had.

Another glyph lit up in the chamber — a simple one,

pulsing with steady light. It was different from the
others. It felt… directive.

Lira approached it slowly. The floor responded to

her steps, panels lighting up in waves that rippled
outward from her feet.

“Be careful,” Kain said, stepping beside her.

“I think it wants us to continue.”

The moment she reached out, the glyph expanded

into a wide circular platform — a holographic
interface that projected a star map above them.
Dozens of points flickered into view, each one a
system marked with a glyph. At the center: the relic
zone they had just escaped.

Lines of movement traced between the stars,

connecting places like threads in a web. One path
glowed brighter than the rest — pulsing between
systems until it reached a singular point marked
with a new symbol: a spiral, surrounded by broken
rings.
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Lira’s breath caught. “That’s… not in our charts.”

“It’s a gate,” Kain said. “A convergence point.”

The monolith emitted a low hum — not noise, but

vibration. It resonated through their bones, as if
imprinting something into their very cells. And with
it came a voice. Not spoken. Not even heard. But
felt.

> You are the echo. You are the bridge. The silence
will end.

Kain stared up at the star map, fists clenched. “This

is bigger than the war.”

Lira looked down at her hand, now visibly marked

with a brighter, pulsing trace of her Pulse Mark.
“This is the reason for the war.”

Another pulse. The map faded. The glyphs returned

to their dormant hum. And the door behind them—
once sealed—began to open again.

The chamber was letting them go.

As Lira turned to leave, she touched the edge of the

monolith with her bare hand. It was cold. And yet,
she could feel a pulse beneath it, not unlike her
own.

A memory passed through her — not her own, but

vivid and emotional: flying above a world on fire,
watching it die, carrying the last spark of a people
who chose to vanish rather than conquer.

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The Starborn hadn’t disappeared.

They had entrusted the future to those who could

hear the silence.

And now… it was speaking.

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Chapter 5: The Voice

The corridor beyond the monolith chamber pulsed

with a steady rhythm—light and shadow flickering
along its length like the inhale and exhale of some
great slumbering beast. Lira walked in silence, her
footsteps muted against the living alloy beneath
her boots. Beside her, Kain matched pace, his eyes
scanning every shifting glyph that danced along the
walls.

Neither of them spoke.

The projections, the Pulse, the star map — it had

been too much, too fast. They were intruders, yes.
But something deeper told them they were also
participants. Chosen, or perhaps summoned.

Lira’s thoughts spun like a failing gyroscope. The

visions hadn’t just shown her images — they had
pressed into her. They’d bypassed language and
memory, embedding emotions directly into her
neural pathways. She still felt the grief of the
Starborn pilot who drifted alone into death. It
wasn’t just a memory. It had become hers.

The hallway narrowed.

Ahead, the path opened into a circular chamber

filled with a low amber glow. The air felt different
here — denser. More charged. The glyphs on the
walls pulsed faster, reacting not just to their
movement, but to their presence.

As they stepped inside, a low hum began, building

gradually — like a frequency just on the edge of
human hearing. Lira winced, placing a hand to her
temple.

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“You hear that?” Kain asked.

She nodded. “It’s in my head. Like feedback… but

it’s forming words.”

The hum shifted.

The chamber darkened.

Then — a voice.

It did not speak in syllables or tones. It was an

emotional resonance, a presence that pulsed into
their consciousness like a second heartbeat.

> You… returned.

Lira staggered. “What… was that?”

Kain clenched his fists. “Not a transmission. It’s

telepathic.”

The chamber’s center illuminated, revealing a

suspended crystalline core rotating slowly. It
wasn’t technology in the human sense. It was…
conscious. A thinking construct. A remnant of
Starborn intelligence.

Lira approached cautiously. Her Pulse Mark

glowed again, brighter this time — the edges flaring
like a burning brand beneath her suit.

> Two sparks. Once divided. Now entangled.

The bridge awakens.

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The pressure increased. The chamber shook. The

voice grew louder—not in volume, but in presence.
Lira fell to her knees, her head spinning, her vision
strobing with fragments of a world not her own.

She was no longer in the chamber.

She was standing on a balcony overlooking a world

bathed in silver light. The sky churned with rift
energy, and above her, crystalline warships glided
silently. Starborn cities dotted the land — radiant
spires humming with energy. Then came the
rupture — the moment the sky tore open. Screams.
Fire. Flight.

Lira collapsed.

Kain was there in seconds, pulling her back,

shielding her as the core flared and dimmed.

“Lira!” he shouted, gripping her shoulders. “Come

back!”

She gasped and blinked hard, the chamber

snapping back into focus.

The voice softened, still present, but no longer

pressing.

> Your pain is memory. Memory is passage.

Passage leads forward.

Lira pushed herself up, breathing hard. “It wanted

me to see what they saw. Not as an observer. As
them.���

Kain looked to the core, his jaw clenched. “Why?

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Why show you?”

Lira steadied herself. “Because I can hear it.”

He hesitated, then slowly turned his wrist over. The

Mark — his own — had begun to glow. Fainter than
hers, but unmistakably active.

His eyes met hers. “We both can.”

They stood in silence again, now changed.

The crystalline core pulsed once more, then

projected a new symbol — one neither of them had
seen before. A spiral with twelve radiant points.
Beneath it, a countdown.

Lira’s HUD translated it in real-time: 00:08:36:12

Eight minutes. Thirty-six seconds. And counting
down.

Kain stepped back. “What’s happening?”

The station answered.

> Collapse.
Wake.
Choose.

Lira turned to him, heart pounding. “We triggered

something. We either get out… or we get buried.”

Kain helped her to her feet. “Then we run.”

Together, they sprinted back through the corridor

as alarms sounded throughout the station — but
not in warning. In summons.
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The structure wasn’t just failing. It was

transitioning. Changing.

Behind them, the core fractured, its shards

suspended mid-air like frozen lightning. Glyphs
shattered. Lights bled into darkness. But between it
all, one symbol remained lit:

> Convergence.

They reached their mechs, thrusters primed.

Lira looked back one last time.

The voice echoed again — faint, fading — like the

last breath of a god:

> When the rift opens… follow the signal.

Then the doors behind them slammed shut

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Chapter 6: Collapse

The station was breaking apart.

The walls trembled beneath their feet, and the air

crackled with an unnatural energy, like a
thunderstorm building in the distance. Lira and
Kain sprinted toward their mechs, the pounding of
their boots echoing in the narrow corridor. Each
footfall was punctuated by a deep rumble, followed
by the hiss of metal straining under pressure.

“We need to move faster!” Kain shouted, his voice

rising over the clamor.

Lira’s pulse raced. The station wasn’t just in danger

—it was actively collapsing. The walls had begun to
disintegrate, crumbling in on themselves as the
monolith’s core destabilized. Every hallway, every
junction, felt like it was closing in.

They reached the hangar bay, but the doors were

still sealed, the locking mechanisms flashing red,
refusing to open. Lira’s breath quickened, her
fingers slipping across the console, desperate to
override the system.

"Come on, come on..." she muttered under her

breath.

Kain stood a few feet behind her, scanning the

room for any signs of movement. His eyes darted
to the unstable platform beneath their feet, the
cracks spreading like veins through the floor.

"Not much time," he urged, his tone clipped.

Lira’s mind raced. The countdown. The voice. It

hadn’t been a warning—it had been a signal.
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There was no choice now. She had to trust what

the relic—and this station—had shown them. The
energy surging through her wrist was like a tether,
connecting her to something larger than herself.
Something ancient.

With a final, desperate swipe, the door controls

flickered. The lock disengaged with a heavy thunk.

"Got it!" Lira called out, her heart leaping in her

chest.

The doors slid open with a sharp hiss, revealing the

mechs—still tethered and awaiting their pilots. The
thrusters sparked to life, blue energy flaring from
their engines in synchrony.

But just as they stepped forward, the room

shuddered violently. The entire structure groaned,
and a series of violent tremors sent them both
stumbling. Lights flickered and died, and the low
hum of the station’s systems became a cacophony
of failing power.

Kain grabbed her arm, pulling her back to steady

herself. "We don’t have much time. Get in!"

Lira’s fingers fumbled as she climbed into her

mech, the cockpit sealing around her with a
comforting hiss of air. The familiar interface
blinked to life, but the usual reassuring hum of the
machine was absent. Instead, the systems flashed
erratically, struggling to stay online.

"Systems failing," Lira muttered as she checked the

damage reports. “Shields are gone. Life support is
at forty percent.”

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Kain’s voice crackled through her comms, tense but

focused. "We’re not staying here to wait for the next
collapse. The shuttle’s the only way out."

Lira’s eyes scanned the bay. The shuttle dock was

just beyond the debris pile, but it wasn’t just the
station collapsing that made her skin crawl.
Something else was coming. The air itself was
thick with static, vibrating with the energy that
pulsed from the station's core.

"We’re not alone," she said, her voice barely above a

whisper.

The faint sound of footsteps echoed through the

hangar, followed by an odd scraping sound. The
walls seemed to warp and crack as the pressure
inside the station built. And then—just beyond the
shadows of the crumbling structure—figures began
to appear.

At first, they were small—barely visible, just flashes

of movement in the corners of her vision. But then,
their forms came into focus.

Mechs. Noxian mechs, identical to the ones Kain

had faced in the earlier fight, their sleek frames
outlined in the flickering glow of the station's dying
lights.

They weren’t here for the shuttle.

They were here to finish the job.

"Incoming!" Kain’s voice cut through the static. "We

need to get to the shuttle now!"

Lira’s heart pounded in her chest. She didn't

hesitate. Slamming her mech’s foot to the ground,
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she activated her thrusters, launching herself

forward with a burst of speed. Her weapons
powered up with a shrill whine, but she didn’t fire—
yet.

The Noxian mechs, now fully visible, scattered into

defensive positions, their weapons raised, but
something about their movement was… odd. They
weren’t aiming directly at her. They weren’t acting
like soldiers. They were reacting to something else.

Lira’s mech staggered forward, dodging the first

burst of fire from a nearby Noxian unit. She hit the
ground with a roll, turning the maneuver into a
counterattack. Pulse cannons fired, sending bolts
of energy across the room, lighting up the
shadows.

The Noxian mechs returned fire in waves, their

shots piercing the air around her. But then, as Lira
pressed forward, something inside her began to
click. The Pulses. The power of the relic. The Mark.

She didn’t just see the enemies now. She felt them.

Lira closed her eyes for just a moment, focusing on

the pulse in her wrist, feeling the energy that
connected her to the ancient force around them.
The Noxian mechs weren’t attacking her. They were
attacking the station.

"Get out of here, Lira!" Kain’s voice was urgent, his

mech swinging around to intercept a strike.

But Lira was already moving. Her hand was steady

on the controls as she drove her mech toward the
advancing enemies, dodging their fire in fluid
motions, flowing with the rhythm of the Pulse.

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A strange calm settled over her. The relic wanted

her to move, to act. She understood what had to be
done. She didn’t need to destroy the Noxian mechs.
She just needed to get them out of the way.

Lira fired a precision shot, hitting the mech’s weak

spot. It staggered back, and then, in a moment of
unexpected precision, another Noxian unit faltered,
moving to shield the first.

They were recalculating.

Her eyes narrowed. They didn’t know they were

already lost. But she did.

“We’re out of time!” Kain shouted. “The shuttle’s

breaking free!”

Lira didn’t hesitate. She shot forward again,

thrusters pushing her to the shuttle platform as the
Noxian mechs began to regroup. She hit the control
switch, triggering the docking bay doors to open
just as Kain followed.

The shuttle’s engines roared to life. The walls

groaned beneath them, and just as the Noxian
forces converged on the platform, Lira and Kain
were lifting off, rising into the dark expanse.

The station collapsed in on itself behind them, the

final scream of its failure reaching into the void as
they shot into the stars.

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Chapter 7: Transformation

The shuttle streaked across the stars, cutting a

path through the remnants of the collapsing
station. Lira gripped the controls with
white-knuckled focus, eyes locked on the nav-feed
as the damage reports scrolled past in frantic
bursts. Kain’s mech was magnetically clamped to
the exterior docking ring, its silhouette gleaming in
the fading light of the station’s final pulse.

Neither of them spoke for a while.

In the aftermath of escape, silence filled the

cockpit—tense, thoughtful, electric. The hum of the
shuttle’s engines was the only noise, like a
heartbeat stabilizing after trauma. They had
survived the station’s collapse, outmaneuvered the
Noxian ambush, and triggered… something.
Something massive. But that wasn't what made
Lira uneasy.

It was her body.

Her hands trembled—not from fear, but from

feeling. The Pulse Mark on her wrist glowed
through the reinforced suit. She could feel it—
pulsing in time with her breath, her thoughts. Her
mech, now dormant in the shuttle’s hangar, had
been altered. She hadn’t just piloted it through the
escape. It had moved with her.

She looked down at her palm. Fine lines of

bioluminescence traced patterns under her skin,
too faint to be seen under normal conditions, but
now aglow like starlight—resonating with
something inside her. Not human. Not machine.
Something in between.

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“I think the station changed us,” she said softly.

Kain’s voice answered through the cockpit

speakers. “I was about to say the same thing.”

She turned to the secondary display, where his face

hovered via comm feed. He looked pale, but
clear-eyed. The stoic mask he wore during combat
had slipped. In its place was quiet awe.

“When we passed through the monolith’s field,”

Kain continued, “it did something to the mechs. I
ran diagnostics—there are new circuits, new
material structures. The armor isn’t standard alloy
anymore. It's something… organic.”

Lira nodded. “Mine, too. And not just the frame. The
neural link is… different.”

Kain leaned in. “You’re syncing with it more deeply

now?”

“Not just syncing. I’m feeling it. Like it’s alive.”

Kain didn’t flinch. “Same.”

Outside the shuttle, space warped gently as they

approached the relic zone’s far edge. The stars
shimmered oddly, distorted by the gravitational
anomaly left in the station’s collapse. Lira saw faint
motes of light drifting toward her ship—residual
energy? Data fragments? It didn’t matter. Her
systems couldn’t read them, but her body could.

“It’s still with us,” she said. “The station. It left

something behind.”

Kain didn’t reply, but his silence was heavy with

understanding.
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Lira stood from her seat and moved toward the

shuttle’s inner hangar. She needed to see it again—
her mech, Artemis. As the hangar doors slid open,
she paused at the threshold.

It had changed.

What had once been a sleek Eresian frame was

now something far more alien. The outer hull
shimmered faintly, no longer a matte black but a
reactive surface of deep violet with glowing lines—
glyphs—running like veins across its plating. The
wings had retracted into crystalline fins that
shimmered faintly even without power. The cockpit
was closed, but it looked at her.

She took a step closer, heart pounding.

Inside the cockpit, something pulsed. Not an

energy core. A signal.

She reached for it instinctively, fingers brushing the

mech’s outer surface.

And it responded.

The cockpit slid open with a soft exhalation, and

her HUD projected a new interface: not in code, but
in glyphs she now understood. Somehow.

A memory stirred within her—a vision of the

Starborn pilot alone in space, placing their hand on
a control node just like this.

Lira climbed inside.

The cockpit wrapped around her like a second skin,

and for a moment, she wasn’t just piloting the
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machine. She was the machine.

Then came the data.

Not numbers. Not warnings. But meaning.

Glyphs slid across her display and aligned with her

Pulse Mark. A new word etched itself into the
interface:

> Harmonized.

Her thoughts raced. This was more than

compatibility. It was an evolution.

“Artemis,” she whispered. “What are you now?”

From the comm feed, Kain’s voice spoke again.

“Lira. Look outside.”

She turned in her seat, her view rotating through

the outer cams.

Kain’s mech—Nightfall—had changed too. Where it

once bore harsh lines and a spiked silhouette, it
was now sleeker, lighter, and alive with twin lines of
radiant silver pulsing down its spine. From its back,
twin energy structures emerged—like wings folded
in meditation.

Kain’s voice was quiet. “I think the station didn’t just

change us. It prepared us.”

“For what?”

A pause.

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“For something coming.”

The Pulse Marks on both their wrists flared

simultaneously.

Their mechs responded—silently, elegantly—rising

in sync, hovering just above the shuttle deck. No
ignition. No command. Just will.

Lira could feel the next step. It wasn’t just about

flying. It was about sensing.

About listening to the Signals in the Dark.

And the signals were growing louder.

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Chapter 8: Signals Intercepted

The deep-space relay at Eresian Command

flickered to life at 0400 hours. What began as an
untraceable static burst quickly unraveled into a
data surge—unclassified, nonlinear, and brimming
with radiation signatures that matched only one
known source: the relic zone.

Commander Velis stood motionless before the

holographic display, eyes narrowed. The pulse
signature pulsed again—slow, rhythmic, haunting.

“Filter everything through the Blackwire decoders,”

she ordered. “I want all AI protocols on standby
and no external comms without my approval.”

Behind her, officers scrambled to process the flood

of information. What began as static quickly
became structure. Patterns. Waveforms. Symbols.

One tech’s voice cracked. “Commander… this isn’t a

weapon transmission. It’s something else. A
message.”

Velis didn’t respond. Her attention was fixed on the

central glyph now projected above the war table—a
spiral with twelve radiant points.

She had seen it once before.

And it terrified her.

---

Half a system away, the Noxian High Command

faced its own reckoning.

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General Drevv leaned over a red-hued console in a

subterranean war room, lips tight as the energy
spike rippled through their deep-monitoring
channels. The spike had originated from the relic
zone, then expanded into a ripple that distorted
local gravity wells and communications for five
seconds—an eternity in military metrics.

“What caused it?” he barked.

“No sign of a detonation,” said one officer. “But we

lost contact with four recon units the moment the
signature peaked.”

Drevv slammed his fist on the console. “Survivors?”

“One,” the officer replied. “Wounded. His footage

was damaged, but…”

She tapped a key. On the wall, a distorted recording

flickered to life.

It showed a glimpse of a station—shimmering,

angular, and very much alive. Next came a flash of
unfamiliar mechs—one violet, one silver, both
pulsing with glyphic energy. Then static.

“Enhance that frame,” Drevv ordered.

The image cleared—just enough to reveal the

silhouette of Lira’s evolved mech. But it wasn’t the
mech that chilled the room. It was the symbol on
its chestplate: a glowing, ancient spiral.

The same spiral from the forbidden Starborn

archive.

A ripple of unease passed through the command

deck.
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“This… this is not just another relic,” Drevv said. “It’s

a signal. They’ve activated something.”

The screen glitched again. This time, the glyphs

didn’t just appear. They began to move—arranging
themselves into new formations, as if rewriting
themselves mid-broadcast.

“Decode it,” Drevv snapped.

A moment later, the translation scrolled across the

display:

> Convergence gate unlocked. Coordinates set.

And beneath that, one final line:

> They are becoming more.

---

Back aboard the shuttle, Lira watched as her HUD

lit up with the same signals now reverberating
through both Noxian and Eresian networks. Her
and Kain’s mechs hovered in perfect balance,
harmonized, wings folded and still.

“They’re hearing it,” she said quietly. “All of them.”

Kain’s voice came over the comm. “Then we’re out

of time.”

Lira’s pulse quickened. “They’re going to send

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fleets. Maybe both sides. Not to claim it—to

contain it.”

Kain’s gaze hardened through the visor. “Then we

don’t let them.”

Their HUDs pulsed with new coordinates—etched

directly into the mech’s star maps. A distant star
cluster far outside known space, where a spiraling
formation pulsed softly in the dark.

Lira stared at it, entranced. “The Convergence

Gate…”

Kain nodded. “It’s open. And we’re the only ones

who know how to get there.”

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Chapter 9: Riftflight

The gateway was not a doorway. It was a wound.

Suspended in the darkness of deep space, the

Convergence Gate pulsed like a living scar across
the stars. Twin rings spun counter to one another,
creating a swirling field of luminous rift energy—
pale violet arcs crossed with golden fractures. It
hummed with a voice that could not be heard, only
felt.

Lira and Kain stood at the threshold in their

transformed mechs, Artemis and Nightfall floating
side by side.

“You still sure about this?” Kain asked, scanning

the swirling anomaly.

“No,” Lira answered honestly. “But I trust it.

Whatever’s beyond this… it called us for a reason.”

Their HUDs pulsed in sync—two different systems

displaying the same glyph: a spiral folding inward.

The signal’s final instruction echoed in her

thoughts.

> Enter not with force, but with resonance.

She closed her eyes. Focused.

Her mech responded.

The wings of Artemis unfolded like petals,

crystalline fins glowing with soft, harmonic light.
Kain’s Nightfall followed suit, its silhouette
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elongating, energy filaments tracing along its

limbs.

Then—without sound or engine flare—they moved

forward, slipping into the rift.

---

The instant they crossed the threshold, the

universe changed.

There was no up or down. No time. Only motion.

The space around them stretched like glass and
warped into rainbow streams. Shapes passed by—
impossible geometries, fading silhouettes of other
worlds, echoes of long-dead stars. Their cockpits
flickered, systems dimmed, and the HUDs vanished
altogether.

It was just them.

And the rift.

Kain gasped softly. “Are we still… whole?”

Lira’s voice came through, calm but distant. “We’re

not breaking apart. We’re becoming. Don’t fight it.”

The mechs’ bodies stretched and contracted

without stress, adapting to the alien physics. The
Pulse Marks on their wrists burned with heat, but it
wasn’t pain—it was acceleration. Information
flowed into their minds like memory, not data. They
saw…

…a war fought by crystalline giants above a sunless

world.

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…a city grown from music and gravity.

…a species that encoded its history in radiation and

left it humming in space.

Visions flowed into them as their mechs folded

through space like silk caught in a storm.

Then—clarity.

A field of stars unfolded before them. Calm. Still. A

system untouched, centered around a faint blue
dwarf star.

Suspended in orbit: the destination.

The Convergence Gate.

A vast spiral-shaped construct, miles wide, its inner

rings motionless. It looked like a flower of stone
and light, dormant… waiting.

They emerged into realspace gently, their mechs

glowing like embers cooling after fire.

Lira looked down at her console. “We made it.”

Kain’s voice was quiet, reverent. “We’re the first.”

She nodded. “And we won’t be the last.”

Behind them, the rift pulsed once—and closed.

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Chapter 10: Ambush

The calm didn’t last.

Barely minutes after their arrival at the

Convergence Gate, Artemis and Nightfall floated in
silent orbit, systems running low-power scans. The
gate was magnificent—its spiral arms curled like a
galaxy fossilized in stone, with crystal nodes
flickering in faint intervals. It was quiet, too quiet.

Kain’s voice came across the comm. “I’ve got a bad

feeling. Something’s off.”

Lira checked her sensors. “No readings yet. Local

field’s clean. No hostiles.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Too clean.”

Then—flash.

Alarms blared. The HUDs flared red.

From the shadows behind the third spiral ring, six

Noxian stealth mechs decloaked simultaneously.
Sleek, spear-tipped machines with blacklight edges
and bleeding red cores. Their armor bore no faction
insignia—only the mark of the elite Noxian Specter
Division: a red eye crossed by a diagonal slash.

“Contact!” Kain shouted, his mech reacting

instantly.

The enemy squad launched forward, engines

roaring to life with a shimmer of distortion trails.
Pulse lances lit the black like comets. Artemis and
Nightfall scattered, each peeling into evasive
vectors.

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Lira dove beneath one of the ring arms, trailing

glyph-light as Artemis shifted into a lower
silhouette, wings folding into an aggressive
interceptor shape. Her mind synced with the mech
instinctively.

> No hesitation. Just movement. Just survival.

Kain met the first enemy head-on. Nightfall’s pulse

blades ignited in silver arcs, catching two of the
Specter mechs mid-charge. One retreated,
sparking. The other rotated into a spiral feint and
slashed across his hull. Sparks burst, but his armor
held.

“We have to split them up!” Lira yelled.

“I’m on it.”

She pushed Artemis into a tight spiral around the

central core of the gate, leading three of the mechs
away. The other three remained in pursuit of Kain.

Artemis darted through the narrow ring corridors,

using the gate’s strange gravity to pivot and twist in
impossible angles. The Pulse Mark on her wrist
blazed, and her vision seemed to bend. Suddenly
she could see the next moves before they
happened—a precognitive flash.

She slammed the thruster, rolled to port, and let

loose a tight barrage of pulse-fire.

One Specter went down in flames.

Kain, meanwhile, activated Nightfall’s twin-mode

system. His mech split its energy signature,
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creating a false phantom. The pursuing Noxians

hesitated—and that was all he needed.

He shot between them, his blades a blur. The

phantom collapsed, and real steel met enemy hull.
Two mechs disabled in under ten seconds.

But the last one—the lead—was different.

It hung back, watching. Then it moved.

Faster than the others. Sharper. Controlled.

Lira turned just in time to see it descend upon her

like a hawk. Artemis rotated to block, but it was too
late—the enemy’s energy lance drove deep into her
flank.

Alarms screamed. Systems sparked. Her screen

shook with static.

“Lira!” Kain’s voice, panicked, cracked through the

channel.

“I’m hit,” she groaned. “But still in.”

The Specter unit pulled back, blade spinning. It was

smarter. More deliberate. Its movements weren’t
military—they were ritualistic.

Then Lira saw it.

On the Specter’s chest: not the red eye.

But the spiral.

Her blood turned to ice. “Kain. That one—it's not

Noxian.”

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Chapter 11: Beacon Found

The gate pulsed.

Not in light, not in sound, but in gravity.

It wasn’t just waking—it was summoning.

Lira gritted her teeth, fighting to keep Artemis

steady. Her mech’s hull hissed with coolant
discharge where the Specter’s lance had scored
deep, but the cockpit was still functional. Warning
lights blinked red across the interface, yet in the
center of her HUD, one new symbol glowed golden:

> Beacon Active

“Kain,” she gasped, “the gate—it’s linked to our

mechs. It’s not just opening—it’s targeting us.”

Kain’s voice came back sharp. “Confirmed. I’m

syncing with it now.”

Below them, the spiral arms of the Convergence

Gate rotated at last. Not fast—but steady.
Intentional. One ring unlocked. Then another. The
third split into radiant pieces, each moving
independently to form a circular matrix of glowing
light.

In the center, a point of stillness. And from it—a

beam.

The light was almost impossible to look at. It was

not color. It was language. An invitation, encoded in
energy.

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Lira blinked as her mech translated.

> New coordinates received: Convergence Nexus

She swallowed. “That’s not a location. That’s a…

designation.”

Then, the signal deepened.

A low harmonic hum rippled through the area.

Kain's Nightfall absorbed it first. The mech
shuddered, glowing along its silver-lined limbs. Lira
watched in awe as crystalline wings reformed into
something sharper—blades folded in layered arcs,
pulsing like lungs.

Artemis followed suit. The broken edge of her hull

sealed, and new plating expanded in luminous
lines. The mech’s silhouette became sleek,
predatory, radiant. The glyphs along its frame
burned like starlight.

“I can feel it,” Lira whispered. “It’s in me.”

Kain’s voice was quiet. “This is what the station

was preparing us for. A transformation… for a
journey.”

Behind them, the surviving Specter unit—marked

with the spiral—remained motionless. It did not
pursue. It simply watched.

Then it vanished. No burst. No flare. Just silence.

Lira turned to Kain. “Why didn’t it finish us?”

Kain was already scanning the gate. “Because we

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passed the test.”

The Convergence Beacon pulsed again. A new line

of data appeared on both of their HUDs:

> Convergence Gate Access: GRANTED

And beneath that:

> Time to transit: 00:10:00

Ten minutes.

Lira stared at the spiral of light forming ahead.

Ten minutes until something ancient opened fully.

Ten minutes until they stepped through again.

“Then we go together,” she said. “Not as Eresian or

Noxian. Just as the bridge.”

Kain turned, his mech hovering beside hers.

“Agreed.”

Together, they drifted toward the heart of the gate—

two sparks moving through a wound in the stars.

And somewhere far beyond, something woke up.

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Chapter 12: Starlight Pact

The Convergence Gate opened with silence.

No fanfare. No blast. Just a deep inhalation of the

universe, like the galaxy itself had been holding its
breath for eons and had finally decided to exhale.

Lira and Kain hovered at its edge.

The spiral structure now fully unlocked, its arms

radiant with layered bands of light and motion.
Energy flowed like water between the rings,
gravitational currents drawing inward toward a
centerpoint where time bent and meaning bled.

Ten minutes had passed.

There was no countdown left—only choice.

“Last chance to turn back,” Kain said, though the

sarcasm in his voice was thin, fragile. A shield for
nerves.

Lira shook her head. “There’s no going back. Even if

we wanted to.”

A long silence stretched between them.

Their mechs—Artemis and Nightfall—remained still,

glowing softly in the void. The alien modifications
from the relic and the station were now complete.
These weren’t just combat frames anymore. They
were conduits. Receivers. And maybe, one day,
transmitters.

She stared through the gate.

What lay beyond wasn’t mapped. No star charts

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reached that far. No military factions claimed it. No

command structures, no warfronts, no diplomacy.
Just… unknown.

But she felt it.

Something out there was waiting for them.

Something not dead. Something returning.

Kain finally spoke.

“We make a pact, then.”

She turned to look at him.

“No matter what’s out there,” he said, “we see it

through. Together. No command. No factions. Just
us.”

Lira nodded. “One bridge.”

“One signal.”

“One path.”

They raised their mech arms—open palms facing

the gate.

Their Pulse Marks ignited in golden light. The gate

responded, surging with energy as the final circuit
locked into place.

> Starlight Pact confirmed.

Their HUDs vanished.

Their mechs surged forward—drawn not by thrust,

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but by intention. They passed the event horizon,

and the light consumed them.

There was no pain. No fear.

Only understanding.

EPILOGUE

Far behind them, in the broken halls of the Eresian

Command and the iron-crushed chambers of
Noxian war rooms, new glyphs appeared on
encrypted feeds.

Unsolicited transmissions.

Untranslatable languages.

Coordinates to places that should not exist.

And a single, repeating phrase written in light:

> The Divide Is Not the End. It Was the Beginning.

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