Edwin Lunar Chapter 91: The Crimson Eye

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The observation deck was silent. Every person stood frozen as they stared through the massive windows of the Original Orion Headquarters. Beyond the station, reality itself had been torn open. The crimson fracture stretched across space like a wound in the universe. Stars bent around it unnaturally, their light twisting toward the darkness. Even from millions of kilometers away, the crack felt wrong. And at its center was the eye. A colossal crimson eye. Watching. Waiting. Alive. Carl was the first to break the silence. "Nope." Nobody looked at him. "Nope. Absolutely not. I liked fighting monsters. I liked fighting ancient robots. I even liked Builder ruins. Giant cosmic eyeballs are where I draw the line." Even Groader didn't smile. That alone told everyone how serious the situation was. The ancient warrior stared at the phenomenon with narrowed eyes. "I hoped we had more time." Humming stepped forward. "What is it?" For several moments Groader didn't answer. When he finally spoke, his voice was grim. "It's a scout." The room froze. "A scout?" Iris repeated. Groader nodded. "The Observer cannot fully enter the galaxy yet." "Wingard's barrier still exists." "Even weakened, it continues doing its job." Edwin immediately remembered what Groader had said after leaving the Red Box. Wingard had created a shield around the galaxy. A final defense. A barrier designed specifically to stop the Observer. "What we're seeing," Groader continued, "isn't the Observer." The crimson eye slowly rotated within the fracture. Its gaze swept across the station. Several people instinctively stepped backward. "Then what is it?" Lucien asked. Groader's answer sent chills through everyone. "It's something he sent." The room became silent. If this thing was merely a scout... Nobody wanted to imagine the real threat. Suddenly alarms intensified throughout the station. Ancient Orion systems were activating automatically. Defensive platforms emerged from hidden sections of the headquarters. Energy cannons powered online. Shield generators awakened. The entire station was preparing for war. Groader immediately moved toward a command console. His hands flew across the controls. Ancient displays illuminated around him. "This station still has defenses?" Edwin asked. Groader almost laughed. "This was Orion." His eyes remained fixed on the screens. "We planned for everything." The station trembled. Outside, the crimson fracture widened slightly. Dark energy flowed from it like liquid shadows. Then something began emerging. At first it looked like smoke. Then it took shape. A humanoid figure. Massive. Easily the size of a skyscraper. Its body appeared constructed from darkness itself. Crimson energy flowed beneath its surface like blood. No face. No features. Only glowing red eyes. The creature stepped into reality. And space trembled beneath its presence. Carl looked ready to faint. "What is that?" Groader's expression darkened. "A Watcher." The name meant nothing to Orion. Yet the fear in Groader's voice meant everything. The creature slowly turned toward the station. Then it began moving. Not flying. Not teleporting. Simply stepping through space. Each movement distorted reality around it. As though the universe struggled to support its existence. The station alarms reached maximum intensity. HOSTILE ENTITY APPROACHING. HOSTILE ENTITY APPROACHING. Edwin felt his ring growing warmer. The silver band glowed brightly against his hand. Something was happening. Something connected to the Watcher. Then a memory flashed through his mind. Not his memory. Wingard's. A battlefield. Endless darkness. Countless stars burning. The same crimson eyes staring from the void. The same creatures marching through space. The vision vanished instantly. Yet the message remained. Wingard had fought these things before. Groader suddenly stood. "We have to leave." Everyone turned toward him. "What?" Carl asked. "You want to run?" Groader's gaze remained fixed on the approaching Watch