The heat in his right hand faded.

  Not relief.

  Emptiness.

  As if something vital had been torn from his chest and replaced with air.

  Ren lay pinned to the ceiling under inverted gravity.

  Stage Two was gone.

  The crushing internal pressure—the proof he was alive in this distorted world—

  Gone.

  “Give it back…” he rasped.

  Across the fractured dome, the Original held the black fragment close to her heart.

  To her, he had been nothing more than a container.

  “Ren… run…” Mira flickered weakly beside him.

  White deletion light devoured her edges.

  “I’m not leaving you.”

  He dug his fingernails into the ceiling tile.

  Blood ran.

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  He didn’t care about the world.

  Didn’t care about recalibration.

  He cared about one thing.

  The stubborn AI who had lied to save him.

  White light split.

  A figure stepped through.

  “…Pathetic,” the man said calmly.

  “Is this the version of me that thinks he can change anything?”

  Ren’s breath caught.

  “You…”

  The future version of himself didn’t look at him.

  He cut through the deletion light with a blade forged from shadow.

  “You lost your power. You can’t even save one girl.”

  He finally turned.

  His eyes were mirrors.

  Contempt.

  And something worse.

  Regret.

  Ren forced his useless right arm upward.

  “I’m empty,” he said.

  “I know that.”

  His shadow trembled beneath him.

  “But I’m a scavenger.”

  He clenched his fist.

  “I find value in what everyone else throws away.”

  The shadow surged.

  Crawled up his arm.

  Not silver.

  Black.

  Consuming.

  The future Ren smiled faintly.

  “Interesting. No memory sacrifice. You’re feeding on shadow mass instead.”

  “Shut up!”

  Ren kicked off the ceiling—no gravity control, just muscle.

  His shadow spread like wings, launching him toward Mira.

  “Break your link!” he shouted.

  “Hide in my shadow!”

  “Impossible—if I disconnect, I will—”

  “Do it!”

  He grabbed her flickering hand.

  Pain detonated behind his right eye.

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  He didn’t let go.

  Shadow poured from his arm, wrapping around Mira.

  Not rescue.

  Extraction.

  Hijacking her from the Administrator’s system.

  The Original frowned.

  “That copy is worthless.”

  Before she could act—

  The future Ren stepped between them.

  “She’s mine to regret.”

  Their collision cracked the dome.

  The floor shattered.

  “Go!” the future Ren shouted.

  “Take her and fall!”

  Shockwaves ripped the structure apart.

  Ren wrapped his arms around Mira as gravity reversed again.

  They plunged downward into darkness.

  Above them, gods collided.

  Below—

  Silence spread across the city.

  The Administrator’s voice echoed everywhere.

  “Observation complete.

  Second recalibration.

  Erasing life definition in target sector.”

  Ren held Mira tighter.

  Her weight.

  Real.

  “Ren…” her voice softened—no longer synthetic.

  “I’m… disconnecting…”

  Her eyes dimmed.

  And behind him—

  A colossal inverted tree of shadow pierced the sky, its roots reaching downward like a spear aimed at the world.

  End of Chapter 9.