He saw it. Not through sensors. Not through graphics. He saw it. The object hit. Straight, without deviation, as if destiny itself had aimed it precisely. The meteorite pierced the atmosphere and in milliseconds, Xelvar's surface exploded in a massive cloud. Borsiis couldn't speak. Couldn't move. He just watched, eyes fixed, the exact instant when everything changed. A moment you can't forget. Or even understand. And still, something inside him screamed not to look away.