My Infinite System.-Chapter 258: Friendly Advice

The silence on the bridge stretched, thick and heavy. Lucian stood over Sira for a long moment, his demand hanging in the air. Then, without another word, he turned and walked out. The door to the corridor hissed shut behind him, leaving the others to deal with their captive.

He didn’t go far. He stopped in a quiet alcove off the main hallway, a small observation niche with a viewport showing the endless, indifferent stars. He braced his hands on the cool metal frame, his head bowing. The weight of it all pressed down on him, harder than any enemy’s blow.

It was always something new. Just when he thought he had a grip on the nightmare, it grew another head.

First, it was the shock that his father, his hero, was alive. A miracle. Then, the crushing truth that the man was a monster who had orchestrated their suffering. The goal became simple then: find him, make him pay.

But no. Then it was that this wasn’t just about their family. It was about the universe. Alistair wanted to use them, his own children, as batteries for his revenge against everything. The goal shifted, became more immense: stop him from turning them into weapons.

And now? Now it was this. The Echo Vault. A prison for concepts that should never see the light of day. His father wasn’t just a vengeful survivor; he was a jailer trying to unleash the inmates on the entire cosmos. The goalposts had moved again, stretching into a terrifying, unimaginable distance.

A soft, scaly weight shifted on his shoulder. Kaelis, still in his small form, adjusted his coils, his molten gold eyes reflecting the starlight.

"The threads of fate are seldom straight, Lucian," the dragon rumbled, his voice a low vibration in the quiet space. "You seek to grasp the weave, but some patterns are woven by hands older and more terrible than your own."

Lucian let out a bitter, humorless laugh. "You think? It’s like chasing smoke. Every time I think I see the shape of it, the wind changes."

"I understand the feeling," Kaelis said, a note of ancient weariness in his tone. "There was a time, long before our paths crossed, when I trusted one I considered a brother. The Wolf Progenitor. We carved a kingdom from the chaos of the Monster Realm together. I gave him my trust. I gave him command of my legions."

Lucian glanced sideways at the tiny dragon. It was still strange to hear such history from a creature currently curled up like a pet. "What happened?"

"He saw my strength as a cage, not a shield," Kaelis’s voice grew colder. "He whispered to the lesser monsters under my command. Told them I was too rigid, too cautious. That my rule held them back from their true, savage potential. He turned my own subjects against me, not with a grand battle, but with lies and slow poison. The betrayal was not in the final attack, but in every quiet moment that led to it. It was what led to my... diminishment. Before you found me."

A slow, grim chuckle escaped Lucian’s lips. It was a dry, tired sound. "So that’s why. Back in the Monster Realm, when we faced the Wolf Clan... I remember. You were... particularly determined to handle them myself. I didn’t just want to win. I wanted to erase them." He shook his head.

Kaelis was silent for a moment, a puff of warm, sulfur-scented air escaping his nostrils. "The scent of treachery clings to their kind."

They lapsed into silence again, watching the stars drift by. The immense, cold beauty of it was a stark contrast to the hot, messy, and endlessly complicated war they were in.

After a long while, Kaelis spoke again, his voice softer. "The advice I wished I had been given, all those centuries ago, is this: You cannot control the betrayal. You cannot control the ever-shifting nature of the enemy’s plan. The Wolf Progenitor changed the rules on me, and I fell because I was still trying to fight by the old ones."

He turned his head, his luminous eyes locking with Lucian’s.

"So do not try to control it. Do not exhaust yourself chasing the shifting shadows of your father’s intentions. You will never be able to predict every horror he intends to unleash. Focus on what is unchanging."

Lucian finally straightened up, turning to fully face the dragon on his shoulder. "And what’s that?"

"The core of it," Kaelis said. "His need for your sister. His desire for the bloodline. That is his anchor. That is the constant. All these new horrors—the reset, the Vault, the un-made things—they are just tools. The goal is still the same: to use his family to achieve his vengeance. So, do not follow the tools. Follow the hand that wields them. Find Lucy. sever his connection to her. Without the key, the most terrible lock in the universe is useless."

The simple, brutal clarity of it cut through the fog of frustration in Lucian’s mind. Kaelis was right. He’d been getting lost in the "what" and the "how" — the reset, the Vault, the nightmares. He’d been letting Alistair dictate the terms of the fight, always reacting, always a step behind.

But the "why" hadn’t changed. It was all for Lucy. It was all for the bloodline.

He couldn’t stop his father from wanting to unleash unspeakable things. But he could stop him from having the key to the cage.

A new resolve settled over him, colder and sharper than before. It wasn’t about understanding the madness anymore. It was about breaking the machine at its most vital point.

He reached up and gave Kaelis a gentle tap on the head. "Not bad for a lizard."

Kaelis let out a huff that was almost a laugh. "I am a Dragon God, you insufferable child."

A ghost of a real smile touched Lucian’s lips. "Same thing."

He turned and walked back towards the bridge, his steps firmer now. The path was still shrouded in shadow, the enemy still impossibly powerful, and the stakes higher than ever. But the goal, for the first time in a long time, felt clear.

He was going to find his sister. And he was going to take her back. Everything else was just noise.