Guilty Circle Chap 172 Raw Manga: - Welovemanga

As they sprinted through the maze of corridors, the walls themselves seemed to pulse, as if the very building was alive, reacting to the surge of energy. Somewhere above, Luna’s silhouette faded into the night, her silhouette merging with the glow of the awakening crystals.

She nodded, fingers trembling around the data‑chip that held the key to Haruto’s cage. “It’s the same sequence they used on the old prison doors. If it works, it’ll open the secondary lock—no alarms, no guards.”

“Rin, you sure about the code?” he whispered, eyes scanning the dim corridor. GUILTY CIRCLE chap 172 Raw Manga - WeloveManga

Kaito looked back, his heart pounding. The circle had indeed cracked—but perhaps, in the fragments, a new shape could be forged. And somewhere, far away, a voice whispered through the wind:

“We’re taking you out,” Rin replied, her voice steadier than she felt. She placed a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tremor of his pulse. “But we need to move fast. The Aether cache is about to—” As they sprinted through the maze of corridors,

The final door burst open, spilling them into the cold night air. Behind them, the Eclipse compound erupted in a cascade of light, the Aether crystals exploding in a burst of pure, white energy that painted the sky.

“You came for me,” he whispered, voice cracking. “It’s the same sequence they used on the

A sudden, high‑pitched whine filled the air. The lights flickered, and a cascade of red warning lights bathed the room in an angry glow. Kaito’s comm crackled.

The ground trembled as a deafening roar rose from the underground vault. A fissure split the concrete floor, spilling an eerie blue light that seeped into every crack and crevice. The Aether crystals were awakening—an ancient power long sealed away, now stirring.

“We have no time,” Kaito shouted, pulling the boy toward the exit. “Rin, get the data‑chip to the extraction point. We’ll cover you.”

A soft click echoed from the far end of the hallway, and the heavy door slid open, revealing a dimly lit chamber. Inside, a boy no older than ten stared at them, his eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope. Haruto clutched a small, cracked doll—a keepsake from the life he once knew.