The grand Opera Epiclese was silent, the accused trembling beneath the courtroom's spotlight. Furina, Hydro Archon and judge, lounged in her ornate seat, a sly smile curling at her lips. "A tragic tale, is it not?" she mused, voice dripping with theatrics. Beside her, Neuvillette, stoic and calm, cut through the tension. "We are here to seek truth, not drama." The accused raised their head, chains of water glinting. "I didn’t do it," they choked. Furina’s gaze sharpened. "Then prove it."
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