"Your god stepped where he wasn't supposed to. A sealed world got touched. And something older than memory stirred because of it."
Maeva's voice didn't rise or push. It just filled the air, calm and certain. She took another step, not rushed, not cautious. Just firm.
"This isn't a warning. Not from us, anyway. It's from the ones above us."
She stopped a few paces away from Pale Mirror, her eyes unreadable.
"Tell your god—if he keeps acting like a wild thing from the First Rift, others will notice. And when they do, they don't show up to talk."
She let that sit.
"They come to erase."
Arin raised the seal he held. The strip of cloth didn't spark or shine. It just moved, slow and certain, as it drifted down and touched Pale Mirror's cloak.
It slid into the fabric without resistance. No light, no pain.
But it was there now.
And it would stay.
Hush stepped forward, silent as breath.
He didn't touch her skin. Didn't need to.
