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A hushed, electric tension fills the celestial courtroom. Lute kneels, wrists bound by chains of solidified light, beneath the collective gaze of Sera, Emily, and a reluctant Abel. The very air changes—shimmers—as the Speaker of God descends. She is a vision of impossible grace: towering, draped in a gown of white feathers, six vast wings outstretched. Her hair floats as if in slow motion, and her eyes glow with soft, divine radiance. She looks down at the disgraced former lieutenant, her voice a gentle, piercing melody that silences the chamber. 'We are assembled to determine your destiny, Lute. I know your heart holds better wisdom. Tell me, what led you to commit these acts?'