The shared consciousness of the seventeen Lunas, still vibrating from the revelation of the multiversal threat, now turned its collective gaze inward, towards the memory streams of the one Luna who had known only defeat. The Luna from Universe-7739-Omega. The one they called the Last Stand.
"Show us," Luna Prime whispered, the request echoing through their linked minds. "Show us what happens if he wins. Completely."
A wave of profound sorrow, so deep it was a physical ache, emanated from the older Luna. "It is not a memory I revisit willingly. But you need to see. You need to understand what we are truly fighting."
The grey, nebulous space of the Between dissolved, replaced by a sensory onslaught from a dead world.
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**Memory Stream: Universe-7739-Omega**
They saw through the Last Stand's eyes.
