The Watcher did not descend further.
It hovered in high orbit, immense beyond comprehension yet perfectly still.
Cities below dimmed their lights in awe.
Satellites adjusted automatically around its presence.
No weapons fired.
No shields raised.
The Watcher extended a thin beam—not energy, but structured mathematics—toward the Boundary layer.
Kaito felt the contact like a clean, precise question.
Not probing weakness.
Requesting interface.
Silver Eyes turned to him.
"It seeks conversation."
Kaito inhaled.
"Then let's answer."
He extended one half of his divided Origin upward.
The beam met him halfway.
And Earth held its breath.