The gods called her many things:
The Misfit.
The Erasure.
The Cage.
The Girl-Who-Housed-the-Dead-God.
The Devourer.
The Paradox Core.
But none of those names stuck.
Because Liss didn't exist in prophecy.
Didn't belong in scripture.
Wasn't supposed to happen.
And now?
Now her name was burning its way into every divine archive, every sacred scroll, every holy tongue.
Liss Hoshino.
The girl born of silence.
The girl who kissed a sword-bound knight.
The girl who erased Azathoth.
The girl who smiled when the gods screamed.
"She's becoming more than memory," one divine librarian whispered.
"She's becoming lore."