"Show me all of it," she growled.
The thorns tightened. Illusions of people she'd killed danced around her—mocking her, accusing her. Their faces blurred, but their voices cut like blades.
"Monster."
"Liar."
"You're not worthy."
But she didn't flinch.
"I never claimed to be righteous. Only strong enough to survive."
A pulse erupted from her core—an overwhelming surge of defiance and clarity. It wasn't guilt that she brought forth. It was acceptance. The Sovereign Key didn't want purity.
It wanted identity.
And Valeris was absolute in hers.
The thorns burst into violet flame, consumed by her intent. One by one, the mocking figures vanished, their cries silenced. The sky of thorns collapsed into a single point of light—a jewel of condensed will.
She reached out.
And grabbed it.
[Sovereign Key Resonance Achieved]
[Key Type: Dominion — Law of Command]
[You may now imprint your Will upon reality. Command is no longer influence—it is Law.]
