In an age before ages, when the multiverse still shimmered with the breath of its making, there existed beings so ancient, so vast, that time itself bowed before them. Stars whispered their names in dying light, and gods trembled when they spoke.
Among these Primordial Deities, there was one whose name is now forgotten.
Not lost—erased.
They called this being Justice Incarnate—not for balance, nor mercy, but for truth so absolute it shattered empires and broke the knees of kings. This deity did not judge with scales. No. They judged with silence. With presence. With inevitability.
But then, one day, they vanished.
No war. No prophecy. No cataclysm.
One blink, and the most feared of the Immortals simply… ceased to be.
Millennia passed. History turned to rumor. Rumor turned to myth. Myth turned to ash.
Yet deep within the bones of the world, something stirs.
A presence, subtle but ancient. A gaze behind mortal eyes.
A name that was forbidden begins to take shape once more—unspoken, but watching…