PART IV — EPISODE III½: Rise of the Harmonic Order Chapter 2 — The Summoned One "The Rift Above" The rift above Delta Low widened until it swallowed half the sky — a jagged slash glowing with spectral blues that bled into ultraviolet flame. Lightning cracked inside it like someone was tuning a god-sized amplifier with a broken jack cable. Every animal on the moon went silent. Every machine stuttered. Every living thing felt its bones hum. Blind Yoda Slim steadied himself on the porch rail of his creaking hover-chair. “Easy now…” he muttered, dobro already in his lap. “Come on out and show yourself.” The light inside the rift folded. Collapsed. Re-formed… …into a silhouette. Tall. Angular. Dripping static like molten chrome. Then it stepped through. The Summoned One Its feet hit the ground with a bass thud that shook dust into spirals. Its body shimmered — part machine, part shadow, part crackling distortion. But its face… Its face wasn’t a face at al...
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