The last Herald - Judgement - is just like the others, like a living photonegative, but the shadows still hide them.

"I'm surprised you didn't figure it out already." The voice is a familiar one and it's...sad? "I almost wanted you to. Or I would've if I'd been allowed to feel it."

White energy erupts, wreathing the figure in floating globules of light, as its power warps the very matter around it. Matter dissolves into molecules, into errant atoms, into minute quarks. Metal warps and rusts to dust aging a thousand years in a day. Concrete reverts back in time to before it was mixed, back to its base components.

"I wish that I could've wanted you to win. I wanted to want to. You can understand that, right? You can understand, probably better than anyone."