Chapter 5: The Eye of Logic

Xandar, a planet once bustling with life and pride, was still in the throes of reconstruction after Thanos's devastating invasion. The scars left behind were etched into its cities, and the Nova Corps worked tirelessly to restore order. Their once-powerful force had been humbled, and with the Green Lantern Corps significantly diminished, the galaxy felt the weight of uncertainty.

Within the Nova Corps command center, officers gathered around a large holographic display, the room buzzing with tension. The screen showed footage captured from a patrol ship just before its destruction. The grainy video displayed a towering metallic figure, its single glowing red optic eye piercing through the feed like a beacon of dread.

"It's massive," one officer said, his voice laced with awe and apprehension. "We thought the planet was barren, but this... this machine is ruling it. And those energy storages—what is that blue energy? It looks like nothing we've ever seen before."

Another officer chimed in, her tone grim. "The patrol ship didn't stand a chance. It was destroyed within seconds. Whatever this thing is, it's not just sentient. It's... calculating."

Commander Irani Rael, leader of the Nova Corps, stepped forward, her face stern. She stared at the footage, her mind racing. "Have we confirmed any connections to existing threats? The Kree, the Shi'ar, or Thanos?"

"No, Commander," the intelligence officer replied. "But we did detect energy signatures that match advanced cybernetic technology. It's far beyond anything we've encountered."

Irani nodded, her expression hardening. "Send this to the Green Lantern Corps. If anyone knows what we're dealing with, it's them."

On Oa, the remnants of the Green Lantern Corps gathered in the grand hall of the Guardians of the Universe. Though their numbers had dwindled, their resolve remained unbroken. The Guardians, ancient and enigmatic beings, reviewed the footage sent by the Nova Corps.

As the holographic image of the towering robot played, a murmur of unease spread among the Lanterns present. The crimson glow of its single optic eye seemed to radiate malevolence, and the blue energy storages were unlike anything they had seen.

One of the Guardians, Ganthet, leaned forward, his expression grave. "A single optic eye," he said softly, his voice resonating in the hall. "This is not a coincidence."

Kilowog, the gruff trainer of the Corps, crossed his massive arms. "You know what this thing is, don't you?"

Ganthet nodded. "Not entirely, but its presence aligns with a vision. One of Saint Walker's final prophecies before his disappearance."

The mention of Saint Walker, the last of the Blue Lanterns and a symbol of hope, silenced the room. The Corps held deep respect for the enigmatic figure, and his visions were known to carry great weight.

"What did the vision say?" Hal Jordan, Earth's Green Lantern, asked, stepping forward.

Ganthet's gaze turned distant as he recounted the words. "Saint Walker spoke of a being of cold logic, a creature of metal and efficiency, whose actions would shake the foundations of this universe. He called it the Eye of Order."

The room fell into a heavy silence, the Lanterns exchanging uneasy glances.

"Order?" Hal asked, frowning. "Doesn't sound like the kind of thing that screams galactic threat."

Ganthet's expression darkened. "Order without compassion, without morality, is a greater threat than chaos. This being seeks to impose its logic on all existence, and in doing so, it will destroy everything that defies its calculations."

The Nova Corps representative on the hologram feed interrupted. "Should we send reinforcements? Perhaps the Corps can—"

"No," Ganthet interrupted firmly. "Stay away from him. Watch, but do not engage. If this is truly the being from the vision, it is far more dangerous than you realize. Any attempt to confront it directly will end in disaster."

Back on Xandar, the Nova Corps officers absorbed the Guardians' warning. The footage of the robot, now dubbed *the Eye,* was replayed again and again.

"Do we really believe this prophecy?" one officer asked, skeptical. "A machine can't threaten the entire universe. It's just... illogical."

Commander Rael stared at the hologram, her mind weighed down by the decision she needed to make. "Logical or not, we can't ignore this. Keep our ships at a distance and monitor the situation. If the Guardians are right, then this is a threat we can't afford to underestimate."

On Plexicon, Shockwave reviewed his latest creation, a legion of war worms, their massive forms slithering through the metallic sands of his empire. The blue energy storages, now integrated into his power grid, pulsed steadily, providing an endless supply of energy to his growing army.

He had detected the Nova Corps' ship long before it reached Plexicon and had destroyed it with calculated precision. The data it carried had been extracted before its destruction, revealing the interest his empire had already garnered.

"This universe is predictable," Shockwave said to himself, his voice cold and mechanical. "Their curiosity will be their downfall. They will watch, they will wait, and in their hesitation, I will grow stronger."

His optic eye glowed brighter as he turned to his command console, where a hologram of the Soul Stone hovered. "The Guardians of the Universe. The Nova Corps. The Mad Titan. All variables in my equation."

He began drafting his next plan, his mind racing with possibilities. The galaxy's factions were fragmented, their trust in each other tenuous at best. It was only a matter of time before they fell to infighting, leaving him free to impose his vision of order.

"Saint Walker's vision," Shockwave mused, his voice dripping with disdain. "A primitive attempt at foresight. But even they cannot predict the cold inevitability of logic."

And so, the Eye of Order continued to calculate, his plans unfolding with ruthless precision. The galaxy watched in fear, unaware that the true storm was only beginning.