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His form elongated grotesquely, stretched toward the darkness beneath the shattered Gate fragments. Kael moved instinctively, power flaring as he anchored himself harder into the ground of reality. The counterforce rippled outward, steady and stubborn. “Aria,” he said urgently. “If that thing finishes waking—” “It will consume the system,” I finished. “The Gate. The Watcher’s jurisdiction. Everything.” Including us. The Watcher shifted again, attention snapping fully toward the hunger now. For the first time, its presence sharpened—not passive observation, but intent.

I had felt this shape before. When the stabilization was still fresh, and the power had just gone permanent, at the extreme outer limit of the current, which the power was now going to maintain, I had felt something. Careful. Deliberate. Ancient in the way Claus was ancient but different, colder, without the specific grief that ran under everything Claus carried. The Watcher. Four days since Lira arrived. The Watcher had felt the contingency when I used it. Had been moving since. And now it was near enough that it would press against the edge of the current and would inform me that it was there.

Marcus, Damien, and the lead detective stood on the other side of the glass, watching him squirm. “It’s only a matter of time before he cracks,” Marcus said confidently. Damien’s fists were clenched at his sides. “I want to know who’s behind this.” The detective entered the room, slamming a folder onto the table in front of the watcher. “We know you’ve been working with someone. Spill, or you’ll take the fall for all of this.” The watcher hesitated, his eyes darting around the room. Finally, he sighed, realizing he had no way out. “It was Gina,” he admitted. “She hired me to follow Blaire and Damien, to sabotage their lives. And

LUS activated softly in her vision. EVOLUTIONARY VARIANT IDENTIFIED. PROVISIONAL DESIGNATION: WATCHER. THREAT LEVEL: UNDETERMINED. A final line appeared after a brief pause. BEHAVIORAL ASSESSMENT: OBSERVATION. ADAPTATION. INTEREST. Evelyn stared at the word Interest until it disappeared. Outside, the forest remained dark. The Watcher did not return that night. Somehow, that made it worse.