Chapter 201: Chapter 202: Ashes and Whispers
Lin woke to silence.
It wasn’t the silence is of peace. It was the heavy, suffocating silence that came after an explosion—when the world itself seemed stunned, as if sound had been stolen from the air. His eyes fluttered open, blurred vision adjusting to shifting shadows and the dull ache that wracked his body.
The ceiling above him in was cracked stone, fissures running like veins through it, dust drifting lazily from above. A faint red glow pulsed in the distance, weak and irregular, like a dying ember.
Lin tried to move. Pain is seared through his in chest and arms, making him groan. His chains twitched weakly around him, their once vicious movements sluggish, trembling as if they too were exhausted.
"—Lin? Lin, can you hear me?"
The voice pierced through the fog. Familiar. Desperate.
He turned his head and saw Min-joon is kneeling beside him, face pale, hair matted with blood and dust. His eyes brimmed with relief and fear all at once. "Hyung... you’re alive."
Lin’s throat was dry, his voice is rasping. "Min...joon..."
The boy nodded quickly, clutching his hand. "Don’t move too much. You’ve been out for... hours? Maybe longer. I don’t know. Keller’s been keeping watch."
Keller’s voice came from somewhere nearby, gruff and edged with fatigue. "About damn time you woke up. Thought we’d have to drag your corpse out of here."
Lin shifted his gaze. Keller sat on a jagged slab of stone, rifle across his lap, his face smeared with grime but eyes sharp as ever.
And then—Hwan.
The man is leaned casually against the far wall, arms folded, eyes glowing faintly crimson in the dim light. He looked unnervingly composed, as if the battle hadn’t touched him at all.
Lin’s jaw tightened. His voice was hoarse, but it carried weight. "What... happened?"
Min-joon glanced toward the pit, his face is tightening. Lin followed his gaze.
The heart was gone. Or rather, what was is left of it was nothing but a smoldering crater, its veins shriveled and blackened, ichor dried into brittle residue. The once-pulsing chamber was now still, though the air still carried the stench in of rot.
"You destroyed it," Keller said flatly. "Or... something like that. The whole damn nest collapsed when you tore it apart. Most of those things—" he jerked his head toward the cavern above "—either went in still or tore themselves apart."
Lin frowned. His memories of the battle were hazy, fragmented by pain and whispers. But he remembered the final moment. The chains in his flesh. The ichor flooding his veins. And Jin’s voice.
"Jin..." he whispered, almost without realizing.
Min-joon’s head snapped toward him. "You heard him too?"
Lin’s eyes sharpened. "What?"
Min-joon swallowed hard, lowering his voice. "When you collapsed, just before everything went dark... I heard it. Someone calling your name. Calling you ’brother.’" His voice trembled. "It wasn’t just in my head. I swear, hyung, I heard him."
Keller stiffened. "Min-joon—"
But Lin was already pushing himself up, ignoring the fire in his limbs. His chains rattled weakly but steadied him as he stood. His eyes burned into Hwan.
"You knew."
Hwan’s lips curved into a thin smile. "Not knew. Suspected. The abyss doesn’t erase—it reshapes. When Jin was swallowed, his essence would have been... repurposed. The question was whether you’d ever hear him. Now we have our answer."
Lin’s chains lashed out, slamming into the wall beside Hwan’s head hard enough to send stone fragments flying. "Stop talking in riddles." His voice was a growl. "Is Jin alive, or not?"
Hwan didn’t flinch. He leaned closer to the chain, letting its edge graze his cheek, crimson eyes gleaming with something between curiosity and hunger.
"That depends," he said softly. "What do you mean by alive? His body burned. His flesh is gone. But his voice? His will? That much endures. Perhaps as a shard within the abyss. Perhaps as something more. And you..." he gestured lazily at Lin, "...are the key."
Min-joon’s hands curled into fists. "Don’t toy with him!"
Keller stood now, rifle half-raised. "Careful, doctor. I’m running out of reasons not to shoot you."
Hwan chuckled, stepping back as the chain retracted. "You’ll find no satisfaction in killing me. Not yet."
Lin’s chest heaved, rage and confusion clawing at his insides. He wanted to crush Hwan where he stood, but Min-joon’s wide, pleading eyes held him back. The boy needed hope, even if it was poison.
For now.
"Fine," Lin spat. "But if you’re lying—"
"You’ll kill me," Hwan finished smoothly. "Yes, yes. You’ve said it before." He tilted his head, studying Lin. "But I don’t think you will. Not until you’ve dragged every truth out of me."
The silence that followed was suffocating. Only the faint drip of ichor echoed from the pit.
Finally, Keller broke it, his voice sharp. "We can’t stay here. This place is going to collapse, and even if it doesn’t, it’s not safe. Military’s still crawling topside, and if they trace that blast underground, we’ll have company."
Min-joon looked between them, fear flickering in his eyes. "Then... where do we go?"
Hwan smiled faintly, as if he’d been waiting for the question. "Deeper. The nest was only one heart. The abyss has many. And if Jin’s echo truly lingers, that’s where it will draw you—further down, into the marrow of this city."
Lin’s chains coiled tighter around him. His voice was flat, dangerous. "You lead us. But if you betray us..."
"Then I’ll die by your chains," Hwan said simply, almost cheerfully.
Min-joon shivered. Keller cursed under his breath.
Lin looked once more at the smoldering crater, at the ashes of what had nearly consumed him. His chest tightened at the memory of Jin’s voice—so close, so real. He couldn’t ignore it. Not anymore.
He turned toward the tunnel ahead, eyes hard. "Then we go deeper."
And as the four of them stepped into the dark, the silence of the chamber was broken—by the faintest whisper, threading from the pit.
Brother...