She saw injustice, endless and boundless and she saw herself, frozen in indecision, unable to move forward.
Her sight had betrayed her. If she could not see, she would not waver.
If she could not see, she would not hesitate. She raised her hands to her eyes.
The mirror shattered, Pain tore through her, sharp and merciless.
Blood ran down her face like molten gold, divine and damning. Yet as the world burned red behind her eyelids, clarity came.
"You do not need to see."
"You only need to judge."
The whispers fell silent. The weight pressing on her heart lightened, not because the burden had vanished, but because she had chosen to carry it differently.
The voices would not sway her anymore.
She would no longer be paralyzed by the sight of a suffering world.
Justice would move forward, even if she could no longer see the path it walked.
And with that, she took her first step as something new.
Xerosis stepped out of the painting.
