Thessaly followed the rift.
Korrin tracked it with cracked runes and blood-ink compasses.
Naia used forbidden fire to burn open the air itself.
Elyse whispered into the silence until it whispered back.
Together, they found her.
Floating.
Ribs glowing. Mirror pulsing.
Eyes silver, lips cut from starlight and shadow.
"Liss?" Thessaly said. "You're still you, right?"
Liss turned.
Her voice was soft.
And so sharp it nearly cut the air.
"I don't know who 'me' is anymore. But I remember who I love."
Then she stepped forward—
And the nothing inside her moved with her.
A wave of pure silence washed across the chamber.
A voice echoed from far above:
"She's awake. The cage walks.
She is loyalty incarnate.
She is the end that remembers why it began."
And for the first time in centuries…
The Twelve Gods prepared for war.