Goddess form:

On the day the Archons gathered, the heavens fell silent for the end of one of their own.

Lythienne stood among 20 others immortals and goddesses alike, summoned to witness the final unraveling of her older brother—his death, and the memories that would be stripped from existence alongside him. Around her, voices rose without restraint. They spoke of his sins, his betrayal, how his fate was nothing more than justice long overdue.

Some mocked him. Others condemned him.

They said he deserved it.

But Lythienne did not speak.

She did not defend him—nor did she agree.

She simply stood there, unmoving, her split pupils fixed upon the fading remnants of the one who had once held her hand as a child. No emotion crossed her face, no judgment left her lips.

Only silence.

Because long before he became a fallen god—

he had been the only one who ever called her Enne.