In the Library of Breathing Thought, Korrin met a god.
A god with no eyes. A god made of stories. A god that remembered every lie ever told.
"You cannot keep writing Liss into salvation," the god said.
"Why not?" Korrin challenged.
"Because she is not flawless."
Korrin sighed.
"She doesn't need to be. She just needs to be herself."
The god raised a quill.
"Then write her final chapter. Prove her worth."
Korrin picked up a pen. Wrote:
"She stood. She tried. She chose."
The god blinked.
"Sufficient."
And gave Korrin the last spell in the world:
A name.
To be spoken only when all else failed.