The silence within the Injunction Sanctuary of Law was heavy, pressing against the senses like physical weight composed of eons of lost time.
Deborah, The Silent Adjudicator, opened eyes that were not organic orbs.
They were pools of liquid silver set into face of flawless white marble.
She was a genuine Living Law, an entity whose very biology was structure and statute.
She did not breathe air.
She breathed conviction.
Her form was masterpiece of living statuary, draped in robes carved from same marble as her skin.
And...moving with fluidity that defied the rigidity of her composition.
In her hands, she held it.
The Shattered Part of The Heart of Law.
It was jagged, crystalline shard radiating light that should have been blinding.
It should have pulsed with rhythmic, undeniable decree of THE Living Law...the Primordial entity that had birthed them all.
But it didn't.
Deborah looked down at the shard.
