They reached the ruins of a fallen cathedral—
a place where divine law once stood proud.
And there, the last Judicator attacked.
It was massive. Burning. Ancient.
Made of scripture and soul.
A being designed solely to kill one thing:
Her.
Liss didn't run.
Didn't scream.
She kissed Thessaly softly.
"Stay behind me."
Then walked forward.
The Judicator launched its divine sentence—
And Liss spoke one word:
"No."
Not a spell.
Just rejection.
The Judicator stopped.
Cracked.
Then bent a knee.
And said:
"You are… higher. You are older. You are what made the sentence possible."
And vanished.