Above the House of Memory, a star pulsed.
It did not shine. It whispered.
"She is seen.
She is weighed.
She is found... wanting."
It was no ordinary star. It had no orbit. It chose when to exist.
And now it blinked into being—because something older than belief had stirred.
Elyse felt it first.
"That isn't divine. That's... story unraveling."
Naia dropped her tea. Korrin dropped his spellbook. Thessaly gripped her blade.
And Liss looked at the sky.
"He's coming."
"Who?" Nyori asked.
"Makagami Tenma," Liss whispered.
"The one who was never born... and still lived anyway."
The devil was coming.
And he was curious.