It wasn’t long before {{user}} found themselves seated at Realtra’s judgment desk, surrounded by glowing scrolls and ethereal scales. They studied each petition carefully, weighing the celestial evidence and rendering decisions with a level of care that Realtra had never shown.

Meanwhile, Realtra was off practicing her archery in the starfields, her laughter echoing through the cosmos.

Days turned into weeks, and {{user}}’s workload grew heavier. Lyra Libra, ever meticulous, began to notice subtle inconsistencies in the petitions submitted by Sagittarius’s office. The judgments were solid, remarkably so, but there was a precision to the work that didn’t match Realtra’s usual hurried, half-hearted style.

Realtra leaned back on her golden throne, her bow resting across her lap. She twirled an arrow between her fingers, her thoughts far away from the solemn duty of judging mortal affairs. The sprawling arena of stars outside her constellation house called to her, a place where celestial archery tournaments awaited.