High above Manhattan's devastated landscape, Ma'at floated with divine authority that made the air itself crystallize into geometric patterns around her teenage form.
She appeared no older than seventeen, her dark skin radiating power that predated human civilization, while her pristine white robes flowed with movements that existed independent of any earthly wind. The ostrich feather of truth in her hair glowed with inner light that revealed the fundamental nature of all things—including the abomination she now faced.
Once, she had been the goddess of truth, justice, and cosmic order in the age of the pharaohs, weighing souls in the afterlife and maintaining the balance between chaos and law with absolute authority. But she had fallen during the great war that shattered the old pantheons, her divine essence scattered across dimensions when the ancient order collapsed into ruin.
