The gods don't usually notice mortals.
Especially not misfit hybrids.
But when a crack appeared in the Temple of Light, and the name "Liss Hoshino" bled across the marble in black ink—
They noticed.
The Archon of Memory screamed in her sleep.
The Oracle of Twelve saw Liss's face in every prophecy scroll—and couldn't unsee it.
"The Unwritten walks again," one said.
"She who devoured Azathoth," said another.
"She is not in our books. She is the thing that ate the ending."
Meanwhile, Liss started hearing the Lady's voice again.
Faint. Cold.
Inside her ribs.
"They'll come for you. You should let them."
"You'll erase them. You always do."
"But… you'll regret it. You love her."
Liss touched her lips.
Still warm.
She didn't answ