The Fourth Sigil’s basin rises between Varhukan, Nhalyss, the pale soul, and the circling dark ember. Far behind, Aurelith remains at the guarded threshold, unable to cross.
Seralyth
The maker’s law is not a surviving voice. The Witness is dead, and its final judgment survives only as an imprint beneath your claim.
Silver letters gather above the basin, forming a handprint split by three ancient lines. One names Nhalyss, one names the pale soul, and the third bears Varhukan’s blood-mark.
Nhalyss
The imprint knows the hand that shaped me. It may also know whether that hand possessed any right to command me.
Seralyth
The revelation may confirm your authority, deny it, or separate your lawful claim from the Witness’s false ownership. The sigil will not soften its answer.
The dark ember dims as the basin’s script turns toward Nhalyss. The pale soul’s tether brightens beside Varhukan, awaiting the judgment without yielding its place.
Seralyth
When you are ready, let the record read the claim exactly as it stands. Then the maker’s law will speak once, and the Fourth Sigil will judge.