Gaia Chronicles: The Integral Saga

Chapter 306: Fifth’s Doubt



The dawn after the Duelists of Chaos fell was strangely quiet. No alarms. No illusions. No monsters waiting in the dark. Just the slow, uncertain hush of survivors emerging from the depths of the shattered stronghold.

Cyg stood near the edge of the fractured terrace, looking across the valley where the last battle had left ruin behind. His coat fluttered in the morning breeze, stained with ash and blood. Aetheron hung at his side, silent for once.

He heard footsteps behind him, the heavy stride he knew by heart. Wang Han—Synthesis Fifth, the Flame of Gaia—approached with none of his usual swagger. Today, his massive shoulders were bowed under some unseen weight, his eyes dark hollows of thought.

"Didn't expect you to be up here," Wang Han said gruffly. His voice had lost that edge of challenge. It sounded more like resignation.

Cyg didn't look back. "I wanted to see the cost."

They both stood there, studying the shattered lands. Smoke rose from distant breaches, pillars marking where Orion's forces had left their wounds. The last of the mirror fragments glinted among the rubble.

Wang Han exhaled slowly. "We survived. But I'm not sure we're winning."

That admission startled Cyg more than any outburst could have. He turned, really studying the older man's face.

Wang Han's jaw tightened. "Ever since the Parasynth Choir, it's like—I don't know. Like every time I burn my power, there's less of me left after."

His gauntleted hand flexed around Dravok's haft. The massive axe was scorched black from the last duel. Cyg knew Wang Han had unleashed Divine Assimilation twice—far beyond what a mortal soul should withstand.

"You're worried it's changing you," Cyg said.

Wang Han hesitated. "No. I'm worried it's all I am anymore."

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Below the terrace

Elaine, Charlotte, Mia, and Sylvia worked among the wounded. Hikari rested against a pillar, eyes closed, as Eun-Ha examined her with a touch that glowed soft gold. Every Integral Knight looked older today. Even the laughter was subdued.

Charlotte turned as Mia passed her a stack of splints she'd shaped from leftover debris.

"Is it strange," Charlotte murmured, "how quiet everything feels? Like the world's holding its breath."

Mia nodded. "Because it is. Before the next storm."

A few steps away, Sylvia traced a sigil of cleansing air, clearing soot from the wounded's lungs. Her gaze flicked up to the terrace where Cyg stood with Wang Han. A pang twisted in her chest—jealousy, relief, something between. She couldn't tell anymore.

Elaine noticed her staring. "He's fine," she said gently. "They both are."

"Are they?" Sylvia whispered. "Wang Han hasn't spoken to anyone since the Final Mask. And Cyg…he's trying so hard to act like it's nothing."

Elaine rested a hand on her shoulder. "Then we stay close. Even if they don't ask."

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Back on the terrace

Cyg finally spoke. "When I was little, I thought power meant never feeling fear again."

Wang Han looked at him sidelong. "Did you ever stop thinking that?"

He almost smiled. "Sometimes. But today isn't one of those days."

Wang Han barked a short, humorless laugh. "That's the most honest thing you've ever said."

A hush fell between them. Wind stirred the smoldering remains below. Cyg could sense how near the breach energy still was—thin and toxic, waiting for a careless moment.

"You're not just fire," Cyg said after a while. "You're the man who kept the line when the Abyssal Siege broke our gate. The one who threw me over his shoulder and ran when the Parasynth almost killed me."

He paused, choosing each word carefully.

"You're Wang Han. Not just the flames."

The older Knight's throat worked. "It's easy for you to say. You always had the brain. The plan. The rest of us…we're just weapons."

"No," Cyg said quietly. "That's what Orion wants you to believe."

Wang Han's gaze snapped to his, eyes glinting like embers.

"I need your fire," Cyg went on, voice low. "But I also need your doubt. Because the day you stop questioning whether you're more than this—"

He tapped Dravok's scorched blade.

"—is the day we've lost."

They stood there a moment longer, locked in a rare, raw understanding.

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Below

Harriet stalked over, her crimson wings flickering in the gloom. "Hey," she snapped at Charlotte and Sylvia, "stop moping. They'll sort it out."

Mia looked up from her work. "Harriet—"

"No. Listen. We've all got shadows. If they're going to burn themselves up, the least we can do is be here to catch them when they fall."

Elaine smiled, soft but certain. "We will. All of us."

Harriet glanced up at the terrace, then back at Mia. "He'll come back down. He always does."

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At last

Wang Han took a long breath, squared his shoulders, and extended his massive hand.

"Alright, kid," he said. "You win. For now."

Cyg shook it, his grip firm. "That's all I ask."

Together, they descended the broken stairs, each step carrying them out of isolation and into the waiting circle of the Octagon.

Sylvia was the first to reach them. Her hand brushed Cyg's as if she couldn't help it. He didn't flinch away this time. Wang Han lifted his chin and met Harriet's searching stare without flinching.

"What?" he growled.

She smirked. "Nothing. Just making sure you didn't forget we need your fire."

He rolled his eyes. "Don't worry. Still plenty left."

Cyg looked over the battered, exhausted faces of his friends—his family—and nodded once.

"Then let's move. We've survived the masks. The next fight will be worse."

Mia's soft voice drifted through the group. "Then we'll face it together."

As dawn gave way to daylight, the Octagon walked side by side down the ruins of the corridor—scarred, doubting, but unbroken.

Behind them, the last fragments of the shattered duelists' illusions drifted away like dying embers.


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