The true master of the thousand eyes was coming.
Luna felt it before she saw it.
The battlefield felt it.
The dying guardian felt it.
Even the prisoner—the creature that had spent centuries manipulating civilizations, corrupting worlds, and orchestrating the collapse of reality—felt it.
Fear spread through the darkness beyond the doorway.
For the first time, the whispers stopped completely.
The endless eyes watching from the void shifted uneasily.
Some closed.
Others retreated.
Something was approaching that even they feared.
And that terrified Luna more than anything.
The silver-armored guardian stood between the battlefield and the broken doorway, his massive sword blazing with moonlight.
But he was fading.
The cracks spreading across his armor widened with every passing se
