The evidence increasingly behaved like something grown rather than assembled. Plant matter, movement through spaces thought secure and victims used against their own intent pointed toward access distributed beneath the city. Ravnica’s living systems had become both witness and weapon.
Suspicion reached Trostani, whose three voices embodied an ideal of communal harmony already strained by invasion. Oba carried a grief that no collective answer had resolved. She blamed guild leaders for failures that left Selesnya’s people dead and used the Worldsoul’s reach to make that judgement lethal.
The revelation did not reduce her to senseless evil. Her losses were real and the city’s public recovery had often hidden them. The crime lay in converting grief into authority over other lives, choosing who deserved death and forcing intermediaries to perform the sentence.