The Heralds called themselves Judicators.
They didn't speak. They recited.
> "Unwritten. Misfit. Abomination. Breaker of Law.
By the Divine Twelve, you are sentenced—"
Liss raised a hand.
Her shadow pulsed.
The words stopped.
"You think names give you power," she said softly.
"But I was born without one."
Then she whispered:
"Forget."
And two Judicators ceased existing.
Not killed. Not destroyed.
Forgotten.
The others attacked.
And so did her friends.
Naia's fire became shape and will. She turned divine heat into spears and blades.
Korrin shattered time sigils to slow the world around them.
Elyse resurrected a fallen stranger before she even died.
Thessaly fought two gods at once, unblinking.
And Liss?
She walked forward.
Calm. Silent.
The storm behind her eyes doing all the screaming.