A trial is not always about right or wrong.
Sometimes, it's about which version of the truth survives.
Day Nine.
The Echo Court opened beneath Valkyrion's foundation layer.
Not inside a room.
Inside a memory.
A reconstructed timeline chamber built from stable echoes and fragments of erased events. The walls shimmered with translucent scenes—moments not meant to exist anymore.
But now?
They were being put on record.
At the center sat a circular platform with twelve witness slots, each one reserved for a different kind of echo:
Erased characters.
Unwritten versions.
Drafted-but-deleted personalities.
And for the first time, the court would hear a testimony.
From someone who had never been allowed to speak.
Seria stood beside the witness platform, hand clenched tight around her sword.
Across from her?
Herself.
Version 1.2 Seria.
Black armor. Red eyes. Cold, calculating, and brutal.
Known in lost history as Seria the Iron Flame.
