"What nonsense is this? It's all a lie! Someone is trying to frame me!" Miranda shrieked, her voice climbing in pitch as panic clawed at her throat.
But even as she denied it, the tremor in her voice betrayed her. Deep down, she knew—this was her downfall.
Lyra, who had been standing in composed silence, took a step forward. Her presence alone commanded attention, her expression a picture of icy resolve. She signed calmly, but each motion of her hands carried weight like thunder.
Penny translated with unwavering clarity. "You cannot lie anymore, Miranda. The truth is laid bare for everyone to see."
Miranda's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Lyra. There was no fear in Luna's gaze—only certainty and an unshakable will. That look alone made Miranda falter.
