The station trembled beneath Rotham's feet as the final echoes faded into silence. The Core, now stable and pulsing with renewed life, reflected the weight of countless memories woven back into a fragile harmony.
Rotham stood at the heart of Adra-9, eyes fixed on the crystalline orb—the living archive that held the key to past, present, and future.
Selin's voice, steady and clear, broke the quiet.
"You've rewritten the cycle, Rotham. The Eye no longer consumes, but watches... learns."
He nodded, exhaustion heavy in his bones but purpose burning bright.
"I've become more than just an echo. I'm the voice that carries the truth forward."
Outside the station, stars glittered against the endless void—silent witnesses to his victory.
But as the Core's light dimmed to a steady glow, a faint pulse began beneath the surface—an echo beyond the echo. A signal, faint and insistent.
Rotham's gaze sharpened.
"The journey isn't over. Somewhere beyond this, the next truth waits..."
He turned, stepping away from the Core, toward the dark corridor where the unknown whispered promises of new discoveries.
Adra-9's secrets had been unveiled—but the universe held countless more.
And Rotham was ready to chase every one.