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Chapter 29

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Chapter 29: The Unwritten Move CONT'D

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INT. ABANDONED FACILITY – THE FINAL MOMENTS OF THEIR PLAN

The team stands amidst the debris, catching their breath.

Zero grips his side, blood seeping through his uniform.

Kael’s knives are trembling in his hands, not from exhaustion—but from realization.

Lyra wipes her mouth, tasting iron.

Commander Isaac steadies himself, breathing hard, his instincts screaming that something is wrong.

And in front of them—The Architect.

Unharmed. Untouched.

Like nothing happened at all.

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COMMANDER ISAAC (panting, wiping blood from his lip)

"We— we had you."

The Architect tilts his head, smiling slightly.

ARCHITECT

"Did you?"

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THE REVEAL

The room flickers.

A distortion ripples through the air—

And suddenly—

He vanishes.

Not teleports.
Not dissolves.
Vanishes.

Like he was never there at all.

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THE WALLS SHIFT

A hum vibrates through the facility.

Holographic grids shimmer—

Revealing the truth.

This battle?

It never happened the way they thought.

But their injuries are real.
The destruction is real.

And yet—

Every move they made… was predicted.
Controlled.
Guided.

They were never fighting him.

They were fighting a script.

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REALIZATION SINKS IN

Kael drops his knives.
Lyra clenches her fists.
Zero’s breath shudders.
Isaac’s expression hardens.

A suffocating silence.

Then—

His voice echoes from everywhere.

ARCHITECT (V.O.)

"You had one moment. One true moment of unpredictability.
You wasted it."

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ZERO (whispers, shaken)

"No..."

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ARCHITECT (V.O.)

"This?"
"This was me studying you."

The floor beneath them rumbles.

Mechanisms shift.

Doors seal shut.

Lights die out.

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THEIR ESCAPE IS GONE

They look up.

Every exit is gone.

A trap.

A cage.

Not just for their bodies—for their minds.

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LYRA (realizing, whispering)

"It was never a fight."

ARCHITECT (V.O.)

"No."

A beat.

"It was a performance."

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FADE TO BLACK.

And then—

Just before the silence takes hold—

A slow, measured clap.

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