"The Memory Eater," Lyra whispered, her voice a gasp of pure terror, her eyes wide with unadulterated horror.
The colossal entity of digital mist roared again, a sound that threatened to shatter their very data. It surged forward, its dark tendrils unfurling, reaching for them, threatening to consume not just their bodies, but their very identities, their memories, leaving nothing but an empty void behind. Kael felt a primal scream caught in his throat.
This isn't just a battle. It's an oblivion.
He barely registered Lyra's desperate gasp, or Xeron's guttural curse. His hand, still outstretched towards the Archieve Core, pulsed with a raw, desperate need to connect. But the Memory Eater was faster. Its tendrils of shadow and corrupted light lashed out, not physically striking, but phasi
