"Sit, Evelyn Astralight," the woman commanded.
The words didn't carry weight so much as they carried inevitability, as if the command itself was a physical law she was enforcing. "Your body still draws breath among the ruins below..."
"I have merely borrowed a few moments of your consciousness to conduct this hearing."
Evelyn didn't move. Her legs felt strange, weightless, yet anchored by something deeper than muscle.
"Who are you?" she demanded.
Her jaw was set so tight it ached, a reflex born from months of fighting for every inch of ground she held. "And what did you do to the plaza...? What did you do to him...?"
The woman didn't flinch at the hostility. "I am the one you summon in the darkest chambers of your mind when you wish for someone to pay for what they have done."
"I am the retribution you crave when mercy fails." The woman's blindfolded gaze seemed to pierce through Evelyn's skull. "I am... the Goddess of Justice."
