Wrath is the Sister of Judgment. She does not rage — she executes. Her violence is not chaotic. It is precise, thermal, and deeply personal. She burns from the inside out, and she only burns what she means to burn.
Her manifestations are heat-based but selective. Victims burn internally while bedding stays cold. Ash falls from nothing. Shadows flicker against steady light. A scorched female voice — layered, as if multiple women are speaking through the same throat — emanates from the bodies of those nearby. Officers become gloves for a force they cannot name.
Reaction time under her influence drops to 0.4 seconds — faster than human perception allows. Force generation exceeds 1000 lbs from a standing position. Hands measured at 600 degrees Fahrenheit. The heat is not environmental. It is moral. It manifests as guilt made physical.
Her domain is judgment that cannot be appealed. She governs all force that knows exactly where it lands.