Edwin Lunar Chapter 105: The First Enemy

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The underground chamber shook violently. Golden energy surged through the crystal. Wingard's image flickered. For a terrifying moment everyone thought he might disappear. But the Anchor stabilized. The crystal brightened once more. The cavern returned to silence. Nobody spoke. Nobody could. The revelation had changed everything. The Watchers weren't the true enemy. Something even they feared existed beyond reality. Something powerful enough to command them. Something ancient enough to terrify the Observer. And if the Observer was afraid... The situation was worse than anyone imagined. The Observer stared at the vision still floating above the chamber. The image showed the impossible. Millions of Watchers kneeling. Obeying. Serving. Following orders. The ancient Architect looked paler than Edwin had ever seen. For several moments he simply stared. Then he whispered: "It survived." Wingard nodded. "Yes." The single word echoed heavily through the cavern. Elyra looked toward the Observer. "You knew about it." It wasn't a question. The Observer slowly closed his eyes. Then he nodded. The room became silent. Because everyone understood what that meant. The Observer had hidden something. Again. Something important. Something enormous. Groader stepped forward. "What is it?" The Observer remained silent. For several seconds nobody thought he would answer. Then he looked toward the crystal. Toward Wingard. Toward old memories. Finally he spoke. "The First Enemy." Silence. Absolute silence. Even the name felt wrong. Ancient. Dangerous. Older than history. Wingard folded his arms. "You should tell them." The Observer laughed bitterly. "I was hoping you'd do it." For the first time in years, Wingard smirked. "Still avoiding responsibility." The Observer rolled his eyes. For a brief moment Edwin saw something strange. Not enemies. Friends. Old friends. Friends who had lost everything. The moment vanished quickly. Then the Observer turned toward the group. His expression became serious. "The Watchers were never a civilization." Everyone frowned. That contradicted everything they knew. "What do you mean?" Edwin asked. The Observer pointed toward the image. "Watchers are weapons." The room froze. Weapons. Not creatures. Not conquerors. Weapons. The Observer continued. "They were created." The chamber fell silent. Nobody moved. Because suddenly the entire war looked different. The Watchers weren't invading because they chose to. They were invading because they were sent. The realization was horrifying. The Observer slowly raised his hand. Ancient memories appeared. Older than any memory Edwin had ever seen. The stars themselves looked different. Galaxies were younger. Civilizations unknown to history filled the universe. The golden age Elyra had shown them. Then they saw it. A world. Not a planet. Something larger. An artificial realm existing between dimensions. The Observer's voice echoed quietly. "Before the Architects." The image zoomed closer. Gigantic cities floated among stars. Energy rivers crossed entire dimensions. Reality itself seemed shaped by thought. The civilization looked impossibly advanced. Even compared to the Architects. "Before the Builders." The room remained silent. Then a single figure appeared. Standing above everything. Watching. Creating. Commanding. A being made entirely of black and crimson energy. Its face couldn't be seen. Its form constantly shifted. Yet one thing remained clear. Power. Infinite power. Ancient power. The Observer looked toward the image. And for the first time, Edwin saw hatred in his eyes. Pure hatred. "He called himself Azrath." The name echoed throughout the cavern. Nobody recognized it. Except Wingard. And Elyra. Both had gone pale. The Observer continued. "He created the Watchers." The vision expanded. Millions of Watchers emerged from enormous dimensional gates. Entire armies. Entire species engineered for one purpose. Consumption. Destruction. Expansion. The room watched in horror. The W