Across the Divine Realms, more names were burning.
Gods who had lived for eons… began forgetting their own prayers.
One by one, their worshippers forgot how to speak their names.
Because Liss Hoshino's name was spreading like a virus.
A paradox.
A whispered anti-hymn.
Not shouted.
Not carved.
Just felt.
The Lady inside her whispered:
"This is what you are:
the space between meaning."
And the Twelve?
They began to turn on each other.