The Tribunal Hall stood quiet.
Seven high judges of the Black Rose sat motionless, their masks cracked, their systems offline.
Kai Lin stepped into the chamber, flanked by Lu Feng and the remaining members of the Spirit Division.
"By whose authority do you enter?" one judge croaked, voice barely sustained by spirit code.
Lu Feng tossed a glowing core onto the floor—it pulsed with the Mirror Master's residual signature.
"By the authority of your god, broken."
The judges stirred in alarm.
Kai Lin raised her hand. "Your crimes are recorded. Soul Market. Identity erasure. Forced awakenings."
"Lies—" another judge gasped.
"No. Truth."
Zhao Ting stepped forward, projecting thousands of recovered documents onto the walls—each one a name, a memory, a stolen identity.
"We are not here to negotiate," Kai Lin said. "We're here to dismantle."
One by one, the judges' platforms dimmed. Stripped of power.
The Black Rose Tribunal fell that day.
And from its ruins, a new council was formed.
One not built on fear—but on truth.
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Weeks later.
Kai Lin and Lu Feng stood in the newly reformed Bureau central hall.
A statue was unveiled—two figures side by side, one holding a sword, the other a book.
It bore no names. Only a phrase:
> "To those who chose truth over control."
Lu Feng looked at Kai Lin. "We did it."
She gave a small smile. "Almost."
He raised a brow. "Almost?"
She stepped closer. "You still owe me dinner."
He laughed.
Outside, the city pulsed with life. Ghosts still wandered. Mysteries still brewed.
But for now, they had each other.
And the truth was no longer in the shadows.