
Book IV of the Echoes Through Time Saga
The fracture is widening. The Tribunal splinters. And across collapsing timelines, two figures are drawn together by ties that no distance can sever.
Aiyla Kesrin, still bearing the weight of choices made in silence, must navigate the shifting echoes of a universe bending under t
The timelines are breaking.
The Tribunal is divided.
And at the heart of it all, Aiyla and Auron stand on opposite sides of the same fracture.
Across worlds of sand and light, across echoes of futures never written, the survivors of the Harmonic Equation must face what has always bound them—and what threatens to tear them apart forever.
Dr Voren’s legacy twists into something neither human nor machine can fully control. ChronoSec closes in. Faith rises where reason fails. And in the quiet between collisions, the question grows louder:
How much of yourself must you surrender to save what you love?
From the frozen colonies of Titan to the silent cathedrals of time, The Infinite Bond carries the Echoes saga into its most profound territory yet—a story of unity, sacrifice, and the ties that no fracture can erase.

They stood a while without talking because talk was what the day had demanded and because both of them liked to see how far the human world could carry meaning without noise. Aiyla could feel questions pressing against the inside of her chest. Would Auron age. Could she be harmed by what harmed other bodies.

There was no beginning. Only the hum.
It stretched across nothingness like breath held too long, not sound and not silence but a trembling in between. In that trembling drifted a fragment, unformed and unclaimed. It did not know what it was. It had no edges to contain itself, no weight to press against anything else.

The summons came not as invitation but as command. Aiyla unfolded the sheet with its ornate seal and read the words twice, Auron read the notice over her shoulder. Her eyes lingered not on the words but on the seal. “They are testing themselves,” she said.
“No,” Aiyla answered. “They are testing us.”

The archives smelled of dust and ozone, a blend of old parchment and the machines that kept them alive. Lira Caelen had grown used to that scent. It clung to her robes, her hair, even her dreams. She spent more hours here than anywhere else, combing through documents that others considered too dry to matter.

Aiyla felt hands seize her arms. She struggled, but the grips were iron-tight. She shouted, “Auron!”
And Auron moved.
Her glyphs ignited, blazing gold across her skin. The air hummed, soldiers staggering under the pressure of resonance. Some dropped their rifles, staring in terror. Others clutched them tighter.

When their fingers touched, both gasped.
The contact seared Aiyla’s skin, light burning hotter than any flame. She nearly pulled away, but the heat steadied, softening into warmth. Her knees gave, and Auron caught her, though her arms felt more like trembling light than solid muscle.

At dawn, the scar bled across the sky. . Its light poured downward in sheets, falling through clouds, bending buildings, warping the streets beneath. Entire blocks vanished into loops. Rivers froze into glass and then shattered, the water spilling upward into the air. And for the first time, even Auron looked afraid.
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