Hel's body trembled as the Heavenly Principles forced her unconscious burst of power down.
That word.
That impossible word.
Primordial Mark.
No mortal should have known about it—no mortal could have.
The laws of the cosmos themselves silenced such truths.
And yet the boy had asked it with a smile across his face as if he knew exactly what that meant.
Her still heart thumped with rage.
The boy had lied.
He had said that he wished only to lose, that the game was a formality and yet he had asked her a question she could never answer.
Because revealing her Primordial Mark was like handing over the key to her divinity… her very soul.
How does he know about it?
Did the Trickster share that knowledge with him?
Or had the Trickster's chaos warped fate so thoroughly that a mortal could trespass where even gods were forbidden?
Her mind raged with questions but she had no answers.
No Gods should have been able to share that knowledge.
