The final Key rested in Lucius's hand, humming with subtle power. It did not radiate like the others. It did not pulse with authority. Instead, it thrummed low and steady—like a heartbeat trying not to be heard. As he held it, Lucius sensed something different. Something incomplete.
"This one is… quiet," he murmured.
Walter approached slowly, the weight of centuries hanging from his shoulders. "Because it was never meant to be found. Not originally."
Lilith narrowed her eyes. "What do you mean?"
Walter looked up, eyes distant. "There was once a fifth Pillar—long before even the current Empress. Before the betrayal. Before the Spiral shattered. A Pillar that wasn't forged by the Multiverse's laws, but by its conscience. Judgment."
Luna's brow furrowed. "Why haven't we heard of it before?"
"Because the last true King sealed it away. Even the other Pillars could not fully govern it. Judgment is… alive. And dangerous."
