The Twelve Holy Gods held council for the first time in centuries.
Their temples dimmed. Their voices warped.
"The one who erased Azathoth has returned."
"She walks with the blood of gods, demons, and men."
"She's bound to nothing. Loyal to love. And worse—remembered."
They tried to locate her.
Their visions failed.
Their prophecies bled ink.
Their holy flames whispered only one name:
"Liss Hoshino."
Meanwhile, deep below, Liss stared at the shard in her chest.
It wasn't just a mirror.
It was a seal.
She was the prison.
The bones of her body were what kept Ling Kushi trapped.
"You locked me here with love," he murmured.
"You chose to forget… just to stay soft enough to care."
Liss flinched.
"That was then."
The glass split. Her ribs burned.
And the Lady in her chest stirred.
"We can't hold him forever," she whispered.
"But we can destroy him once and for all…
if you're willing to become what you truly are."