The halls of the Archive of Echoes were colder than usual, the faint hum of the city's pulse reverberating through its stone walls. Rheika stood in the shadow of the towering shelves, her eyes scanning the rows of crumbling records. Though she had come here countless times, today felt different.
She wasn't here to catalog. She was here to uncover the truth.
After her confrontation with the Time Keepers, the weight of their lies had driven her to action. They had created the Erasure, and yet they claimed it was a failsafe—necessary and unavoidable. But Rheika didn't believe them. Deep down, she knew the answers lay somewhere within the Archive's forbidden depths.
Horvan's voice startled her from her thoughts. "You've been staring at that shelf for a while," he said, his mechanical arm clicking as he adjusted the brass joints.
Rheika forced a smile. "Just… lost in thought."
Horvan squinted at her, his gray eyes sharp. "You've been acting strange lately, girl. Whatever trouble you're thinking of getting into, leave it alone. Some things are better left forgotten."
As he turned to leave, Rheika's gaze drifted toward a locked gate at the far end of the hall. It led to the Restricted Section, a place even she wasn't allowed to enter. Horvan had warned her before that the documents stored there were dangerous—artifacts so old and unstable that they risked disintegrating Chronos' fragile timeflow.
But Rheika wasn't here to play by the rules.
When Horvan was out of sight, she slipped toward the gate. The lock hummed faintly with energy, a barrier created by the Time Keepers to safeguard their secrets. Rheika pressed her hand to the metal, her pulse quickening as she focused on the currents of time.
The flow responded, bending and twisting as she guided it around the lock. There was a faint click, and the gate creaked open.
The Restricted Section was darker than the rest of the Archive, its air thick with dust and decay. The shelves here were filled with fragmented artifacts—broken pocket watches, faded journals, and glowing shards of crystal that pulsed faintly with light.
Rheika moved cautiously, her fingers trailing along the spines of ancient books. Many of the titles were unreadable, their ink faded beyond recognition. Yet one stood out—a thick, leather-bound tome with the symbol of the Time Keepers embossed on its cover.
She opened it carefully, the pages crackling beneath her touch. Inside, she found diagrams of the Rift and detailed notes about its origins. One passage caught her eye:
"The Rift was born not from chaos but from intent. In the beginning, the fractures were contained, monitored by the Keepers. But the presence of anomalies—the Echos—caused the instability to spread. Thus, the failsafe was initiated: The Erasure, a mechanism designed to eliminate that which could not be controlled."
Rheika's stomach twisted. The Time Keepers hadn't just created the Erasure—they had built it to destroy Echos like her.
A soft rustle behind her made her freeze. She turned sharply, her heart pounding.
"You shouldn't be here."
Kai stepped out of the shadows, his expression unreadable.
"How did you find me?" Rheika demanded, clutching the book.
Kai smirked faintly. "You're not exactly subtle. And I figured you wouldn't take the Keepers' warning lying down."
Rheika hesitated before handing him the book. "Look at this. They didn't just create the Erasure—they're using it to erase people like us."
Kai flipped through the pages, his jaw tightening. "So it's true. The Keepers have been manipulating everything."
Rheika nodded. "And if we don't stop them, they'll destroy us all."
Back in the Echos' chamber, the group gathered around a makeshift table, the book Rheika had stolen spread open before them. Lyra leaned over the pages, her scarred face set in a grim expression.
"This changes everything," Lyra said. "The Keepers aren't just fighting the fractures—they're creating them. Every time they erase a moment, they destabilize the timeline even more."
Kai nodded. "The Erasure isn't a failsafe. It's a weapon."
Rheika frowned. "But why would they do this? What are they trying to accomplish?"
Silence filled the room as the group exchanged uneasy glances. Finally, an older Echo named Darin spoke up. "The Keepers have always been obsessed with control. Maybe they think they can rebuild time in their image—erase the parts they don't like and keep the rest."
"Or maybe they're just scared," Lyra muttered. "Scared of what they can't control. Scared of us."
Rheika felt a pang of guilt. Since discovering her abilities, she had wondered whether her shifts were causing more harm than good. Now, she realized that the fractures weren't just the result of Echos—they were the result of the Keepers' desperation.
"We need to act," Kai said, his voice firm. "The longer we wait, the more damage they'll do. Rheika, you've seen the Erasure up close. You know what we're up against. What do you think?"
Rheika hesitated. The weight of their trust felt overwhelming, but she couldn't ignore the truth. "We need to find the source of the Erasure," she said finally. "If we can stop it at the source, maybe we can stabilize the fractures before it's too late."
The Echos pored over their maps of the Rift, marking the locations of the most unstable fractures. Rheika couldn't shake the feeling that the answers they needed were hidden somewhere in the heart of the Rift, where the fractures were strongest.
"There," she said, pointing to a spot on the map where the lines converged. "This is where we need to go."
Lyra frowned. "That's near the Nexus—a point where the past, present, and future overlap. It's dangerous."
Kai shrugged. "Dangerous is kind of our thing."
Rheika smiled faintly, though her nerves were fraying. "If the Erasure is targeting these moments, then the Nexus might be its center. If we can get close enough, we might be able to figure out how it works."
The group prepared for the journey, gathering tools and supplies. Rheika's heart raced as she packed her satchel, the weight of her decision pressing heavily on her. This was no longer just about surviving. It was about fighting for the truth.
As the group set out toward the Rift, Rheika felt the familiar pull of its chaotic energy. The air around them shimmered, the edges of reality blurring as they ventured closer to the fractures.
Kai walked beside her, his expression serious. "You're doing the right thing," he said quietly.
Rheika glanced at him. "You sound like you've done this before."
"I've lost people to the Erasure," Kai admitted. "Friends. Family. I don't want to lose anyone else."
Rheika felt a pang of sympathy. "We'll stop it," she said, more to convince herself than him. "We have to."
As they reached the edge of the Nexus, the world around them grew eerily silent. The Rift loomed ahead, its swirling light casting strange shadows over the ground.
Rheika took a deep breath, steeling herself for what lay ahead.
This was only the beginning.