"It seems that we have a rat here as well."
Percival's words didn't just hit Judge — they performed a full percussion solo on his cardiovascular system. His pulse went on vacation, his lungs forgot their job description, and his brain started filing for early retirement. The remark was clearly aimed at Satan, who, by all laws of logic and smugness, was supposed to be imperceptible.
Apparently, imperceptibility had taken the day off.
Judge had made a fatal miscalculation: he'd grown accustomed to the idea that his ability to record reality was an all-access cheat code.
Turns out it was more of a student edition. Sure, it could copy moments, distort perception, and do other impressive things that make normal people question their sanity — but perfection? Not yet.
This wasn't the reality created by Tenebris, the god of night, anymore.
