AT LAST. The voice spread through existence like a disease. Not loud. Not violent. Yet every reality heard it. Every timeline. Every possibility. Every forgotten future. Words slid into the base of creation itself. And for the very first time since that journey started. Luna felt true terror. Not fear of death. Not fear of sacrifice. Not fear of failure. Something deeper. The primal fear prey experiences when facing something that should not have been created. The Foundation convulsed. Its enormous eye fractured further. Silver cracks spread across its surface. Then more eyes opened. Dozens. Hundreds. Thousands. Staring outward from within the Foundations structure. Watching. Waiting. Awakening. The Architect stepped forward immediately. This was the initial moment Luna encountered it. Its
