Parallel Memory

Chapter 605: The Unyielding Wall

The air pressed heavily against their lungs as Mia’s squad stood before the jagged crevice they had found along the devil king’s palace walls. The faint pulse of dark energy leaked from within like the exhalation of something alive. Shadows writhed against the stone as if reluctant to let the intruders draw any closer.

Mia narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening around the hilt of her blade. It’s not just a crack. Something’s behind it. The thought pressed hard against her chest, making her breathing shallow.

Hiro broke the silence first. "This place feels... wrong. More wrong than the rest of the palace." He kept his voice low, as if raising it too high would draw whatever lurked inside.

Sylvia, ever the calm archer, shifted her weight and raised her bow slightly. "Do we test it?" she asked, her tone neutral but her eyes fixed on Mia.

The decision rested on her shoulders. She could feel everyone waiting—Lisa with her staff already crackling faintly with magic, Hiro and Vance hovering closer to the stone, their curiosity dangerous, and Sylvia steady as a drawn string.

Mia finally gave a short nod. "We test it. Carefully. Lisa first."

Lisa swallowed but stepped forward, her lips moving as she whispered an incantation. A pale circle of blue light formed beneath her feet, expanding outward until it hovered against the wall. She extended her staff, and a thin beam of shimmering energy touched the stone like a cautious finger.

The wall shuddered. Not physically—but in their vision. It was as though the very air rippled, distorting what they saw. The shadows thickened, and a faint moan—like a thousand voices exhaling at once—brushed their ears.

Lisa gasped and jerked back, severing the spell. The crack sealed itself, the dark pulse fading for a heartbeat before slowly returning. Sweat beaded across her forehead. "It’s alive," she whispered. "Not the wall itself, but... it’s being fed."

Fed. The word sat like a weight in the pit of Mia’s stomach. Fed on what?

Sylvia exhaled slowly. Her hand didn’t tremble, but Mia saw the faint tightening in her knuckles. "My turn."

She notched a silver-fletched arrow and whispered a prayer under her breath. The arrow began to glow faintly as she drew it back. The others instinctively stepped away, giving her a clear line of fire.

With a single fluid motion, she released.

The arrow struck the crack with a sharp metallic clang, not piercing stone but vanishing as though it had been swallowed. For a moment, there was nothing. Then the shadows along the wall began to ripple outward, writhing like snakes disturbed from slumber. A low vibration spread through the ground beneath their feet.

Vance cursed under his breath. "That’s not normal. Nothing about this is normal."

Mia lifted a hand, signaling them to hold position. "Stay sharp." She scanned the shifting shadows, waiting for the inevitable retaliation. But instead of lashing out, the wall grew still again, the darkness pulling back into the fissure like water retreating from a shore. Only a faint humming remained, steady and deliberate.

"It responded," Sylvia murmured. "But it didn’t fight back."

Mia nodded, unsettled. "It knows we’re here. And it’s choosing to wait."

Her words sank into the silence that followed, each squad member processing the meaning.

Hiro’s brows furrowed, his voice tight. "So do we force it open—or do we leave it alone?"

The question burned. Every instinct in Mia told her the crack was more than just a defect in the wall—it was meant to be found, a lure dangling for the curious. But another voice whispered in her head: If we ignore it, what lies beyond may slip into our rear while the others fight at the gates.

She closed her eyes for the briefest moment, weighing the risk. The memory of the vanguard’s struggle at the gates flashed through her mind—the desperate clash, the balance barely being held. If they uncovered something critical here, it could turn the tide.

Her eyes opened. "We wait. One more test."

Lisa looked startled. "One more?"

"Yes," Mia said firmly. "Not to provoke it—only to listen. To understand."

The mage hesitated, then nodded, gripping her staff tighter. She drew on a smaller spell this time, murmuring softer words. A globe of light, faint as a candle flame, floated from the tip of her staff and hovered near the crack.

The shadows recoiled instantly, parting as though afraid of the light. For a fleeting instant, the fissure widened, just enough for them to glimpse what lay beyond.

Mia’s breath caught.

She saw not stone, not earth—but eyes. Countless eyes, luminous and pale, staring back from the other side. They blinked in unison, their gaze sharp and unrelenting, fixed upon the squad with predatory stillness.

Lisa screamed, cutting the spell, and the crack slammed shut once more. The oppressive weight of silence fell heavy, though Mia could still feel the stares pressing against her skin, imprinted on her mind like burn marks.

Sylvia lowered her bow, her calm cracking just enough for her to mutter, "That wasn’t a wall. That was a door."

The others turned to Mia, waiting, demanding her choice.

She forced her breathing steady, though her heart hammered painfully in her chest. A door into what? And were those eyes waiting for them—or summoned because of them?

The squad had tested enough. To go further here, now, without reinforcements—was folly. Yet leaving it unexplored entirely might doom them all.

Her jaw clenched. "We fall back for now. But mark this place. We’ll report to Commander Kaelion the moment we regroup."

The tension didn’t fade with her decision. If anything, it deepened. For in the silence that followed, Mia could swear she heard the faintest sound leaking from the fissure.

A whisper.

Soft, drawn out, almost like a laugh.

And then it was gone.

The squad retreated into the dim corridors, each step weighted with the knowledge that they had brushed against something vast and waiting.

Something that would not remain behind the wall forever.