(Solomon's POV)
Every story has an ending.
Most endings arrive quietly.
This one was staring directly at us.
The Eyes Beyond Existence
The crimson eyes hung in the darkness beyond reality.
Not floating.
Not attached to a body.
Simply existing.
Watching.
Waiting.
Their size could not be measured.
Distance meant nothing to them.
Scale meant nothing.
The eyes were not somewhere.
They were everywhere.
Every citizen in the city collapsed to their knees.
Some cried.
Some prayed.
Others simply stared in frozen horror.
The old woman who had greeted us whispered a name.
A name that instantly made the Hall of Tomorrow shake.
"The Final Witness."
Silence followed.
The kind of silence that arrives before catastrophe.
"What is that?" Elias asked.
The woman looked at him.
"No.
