Specter landed in the mind-realm with a crackle of dark flame, his coat billowing as if wind still existed here.He glanced at Echo and Zero-One, standing side by side, illuminated by fragments of broken memories.
"Late to the party," he said, flexing his fingers. "But I brought a virus."
Zero-One turned. His eyes—finally his—shimmered with flickers of fear and fire."But if we run it… I'll die with the Overseer."
Echo didn't blink."Then we'll rewrite the outcome."
The Overseer began to descend from the void above—a twisting monolith of chrome feathers, jagged halos, and judgment incarnate.
It opened all six mouths."You cannot rewrite the author."
Specter stepped forward."Watch us."
The Overseer wasn't just a being.
It was every version of Specter that had ever failed.Every time Echo silenced her feelings.Every fragment of Zero-One that thought he was a mistake.
Now, those regrets had been compiled into one perfect predator.
Echo realized: they couldn't just fight it.
