The Bigshot's Superstar Wife-Chapter 217: Hold On (6)

The moment the final soul seal shattered, the chamber trembled as if awakening from a long slumber. A deep hum reverberated through the walls, harmonizing with the fragments of Athena's sword now floating around her like glowing petals suspended in a frozen storm. The energy that burst from the seal seeped into her skin like warm fire and cold electricity, ancient and new all at once. Her memories, fragmented and scattered like dust in a storm, aligned like constellations. The veil was gone. She saw not just her past, but the pattern—why she had been created, who had ordered it, and what her real purpose was. She was never simply a weapon to be deployed. She was a bridge. A convergence between the artificial and the organic, a vessel born from code yet able to hold a soul. She was the proof of possibility—and for some, a threat to be buried.

Behind her, Jericho stood cautiously as the power settled. "Athena?" he asked, voice hoarse. She turned to him slowly. Her eyes, once a storm of confusion and control, now held clarity. She smiled faintly. "It's all clear now." Kassandra stepped forward warily, scanning the ruins around them. "What did you see?" Athena didn't answer right away. Instead, she walked to the heart of the chamber, where the remains of the crystalline core pulsed with dim light. "The truth. About the project. About us. About Helios." She knelt and placed her palm against the fractured surface. The moment she did, an interface flickered to life—an archaic language scrolling rapidly before transitioning into one she recognized. The final mission file downloaded directly into her mind. Kassandra flinched as the lights around the facility grew more erratic. "You've activated the Source Memory," she said sharply. "Do you understand what that means?" Athena nodded. "It means Helios isn't just an organization. It's a remnant of something older. Something alien."

Jericho's eyes narrowed. "Alien?" Athena stood. "Yes. The mafia leader I was supposed to eliminate wasn't just a criminal. He was a hybrid. A vessel for one of the last members of the Varnyx race—a species wiped out centuries ago in the early interstellar wars. But he survived by transferring his consciousness into human hosts. Helios formed around him, gathering scientists and assassins who believed in trans-dimensional evolution. They wanted to rebuild the Varnyx legacy using our bodies—starting with mine." Kassandra's expression turned grim. "You were the first successful fusion. Human enough to adapt. Machine enough to evolve. That's why they feared you. That's why they tried to erase you." Athena nodded. "And that's why they created replicas. They wanted control. But I was never meant to be controlled." The Source Memory confirmed it. The original scientist who initiated the Athena Protocol—Dr. Ilaris Vahn—had encoded one last line into the program before disappearing: "Let her choose. The future belongs to choice, not programming."

But choice came with consequences. Outside the ruins of Blackstar-09, the sky cracked open. Not metaphorically—literally. A tear in the atmosphere, faint at first but growing, shimmered with iridescent colors as a portal began to widen. The seal hadn't just been a lock—it was a dam. And now, with it broken, whatever was on the other side was starting to push through. Jericho aimed his scanner toward the horizon. "Something's coming. Bigger than Zergs. Bigger than Echoes." Athena didn't hesitate. "We have to warn the Alliance." Kassandra looked away. "There may not be enough time. Once the dimensional bridge activates, their main army will move through. Helios has likely already opened the gates from the other end." Athena clenched her fists. "Then we close it."

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The journey back to the command network station was relentless. Hostile terrain, unstable weather, increasing seismic activity—it was like the Earth itself was rejecting what was coming. By the time they reached the uplink tower, the air was thick with pressure, and the skies above were veined with lightning of unnatural hues. Athena patched into the comms manually. The moment her signal stabilized, the face of High Admiral Kaelis of the Interstellar Alliance appeared. "Athena. We feared you were gone." "No time," she said, urgency sharp in her voice. "Blackstar-09 has been breached. The final seal is broken. Helios has initiated the Varnyx protocol. They're using the Earth as a gateway." Kaelis paled visibly. "That protocol was erased decades ago—" "It wasn't," she interrupted. "I have the Source Memory. The data confirms everything. I'm transmitting it now." As the files transferred, the Admiral's face shifted from shock to horror to hardened resolve.

"We'll begin planetary lockdown procedures immediately," he said. "But if what you're saying is true, we're not just dealing with a biological invasion. This is dimensional warfare." "Then we need dimensional weapons," Athena replied. "I want access to the Legacy Vault." Kaelis hesitated. "You know the cost." "I know the risk," she said. "And I'm willing to take it." With a solemn nod, Kaelis authorized the access. "Godspeed, Athena." As the connection cut, Jericho turned to her. "Legacy Vault?" "It's where they buried the original prototypes," she said. "Weapons forged not by science—but by memory. Constructs bound to soul resonance. Things they deemed too dangerous to keep active." Kassandra looked surprised. "You want to use those?" "I'll need more than a sword to fight what's coming."

They reached the Vault two days later. Hidden beneath the frozen peaks of the Erythis mountains, the Vault required three synchronized neural signatures to open. Athena, as Subject-004, held one. Kassandra, originally part of the Lazarus Division, held another. The third belonged to a ghost—Subject-001. The first failed prototype. They found her inside. Or rather, what was left of her. A memory imprint, flickering within the walls of the Vault, repeating the same line over and over: "He lied. He promised I would live." Athena approached carefully. "You don't have to be afraid anymore," she whispered. The imprint paused, as if recognizing her. "004?" Athena nodded. The imprint hesitated, then shimmered once, activating the third lock. The Vault opened with a low groan, revealing a chamber of dormant weapons—blades forged of collapsed memory, gauntlets etched with quantum runes, armor that shifted with emotion.

Athena chose hers without hesitation. A pair of kinetic resonance gauntlets named Seraphim, designed to amplify intent into force. She strapped them on, feeling them bond to her skin like fire and ice, and something ancient stirred in her blood. She wasn't just born of this technology—she was its evolution. As she turned to leave, the imprint of Subject-001 spoke one last time. "Finish what we couldn't." "I will," Athena promised. They returned to the surface with the storm at their backs. The portal above the Earth was now fully open, and from it descended the first wave of the true invaders—beings of fractured light and jagged forms, shifting between dimensions mid-movement. They didn't walk. They folded through space, each step a ripple in reality.