Static in the Silence
Elior wandered through the upper sectors of Aether Ward.
People moved like clockwork.
Same paths. Same thoughts.
Not one glance lasted longer than three seconds.
He was invisible again.
But not because they feared him.
Because they no longer remembered.
He passed by a marketplace where a girl once shouted his name.
Now, she just handed out nectar-fruits to passersby with a blank smile.
He reached Mira's old outpost.
It was empty. Cold. Clean.
No trace of her ever being there.
Except…
a small, scorched glyphmark on the wall—his own.
"I'm not erased. Just overwritten."
Resistance Fallout
Meanwhile, deep below in Sector Nine, the Resistance was in chaos.
"The Spire breach failed."
"We lost half the agents in the static recoil."
"Someone triggered the cube prematurely!"
Whispers flew.
Blame shifted.
And then:
"Where's Mira?"
Silence.
No one had seen her since the reset.
Except one.
A woman stepped from the shadows.
She wore Veiled hunter robes—but the insignia had been scratched out.
Name: Lysa Thorne.
Former MindNet assassin.
Now—freelance memory broker.
"She was with the anomaly. The one who remembers."
The commander narrowed his eyes.
"You mean the mirrorbreaker?"
"I want to find him," Lysa said. "Before Veiled does."
Fragmented Mira
Somewhere in the city, Mira sat alone, fingers twitching.
Her wrist was bare—no glyph, no tracker.
But inside her head, flashes of blue and gold warred for dominance.
A name.
A face.
A feeling.
She didn't know who he was.
But she knew someone had loved her enough to erase himself for her.
Elior's Reflection
Back in a deserted train hub, Elior sat in front of a shattered info-screen.
His reflection was fractured across the glass.
He stared into his own eyes.
"You wanted truth.
You got solitude."
He clenched his fist.
The glyphlight shimmered…
then stabilized.
"Time to start over.
My rules. My game."
One Last Signal
Suddenly, the glyph on his wrist pulsed.
A symbol emerged—Mira's old signature. Faint. Fading.
A recorded fragment:
"If you're seeing this… it means I'm gone.
Or maybe you are."
"But if there's still a way to break the pattern—
I'll find you."
"Don't give up on me."
Elior closed his eyes.
For the first time in days, he smiled.
"I won't."