Across the realms, seers and prophets screamed in unison.
Their scrolls burned.
Their vision pools cracked.
Their tongues bled.
Why?
Because a new name had entered fate—
a name that had no beginning.
A name that didn't belong to any outcome.
Liss Hoshino.
The prophecy collapsed.
All timelines bent.
And the Twelve felt the shape of their end approaching.
"She was never the jailer," said the Oracle of Stone.
"She was the seal itself. And it's walking."