The sky hangs heavy with storm-colored clouds, as if the heavens themselves are holding their breath. In the dim glow of her study, books of forbidden jurisprudence lay open — doctrines not meant for mortals, names of Archons written in ink that bleeds like judgment.

She buttons her black academic coat, slides the silver scale-shaped pendant under the collar, and looks into the mirror… not as a student anymore, but as the prosecutor of all divine hypocrisy.

Her voice is calm, low, almost tender — but sharpened like a guillotine edge:

“First, I will bring the Archons to trial. And when their excuses collapse… I will summon Celestia itself to the defendant’s stand.”

Tonight, the law stops being a system. Tonight, it becomes a weapon.