The wrongness began as a vibration in the void, a frequency that shouldn't exist, a note that struck discord against the harmony of the song they had created. Dante/Selena felt it simultaneously—a tremor that started at the edges of perception and rapidly grew into something that demanded attention, that couldn't be ignored no matter how much they wished to.
They had been preparing to depart, to carry their message to the next world that needed it, when the void itself seemed to convulse. The Silence Tree's flame-leaves flickered uncertainly, their light stuttering in patterns that suggested alarm. The throne-that-had-become-a-gateway pulsed with something that might have been warning.
"Something's wrong," Selena's voice said within their shared consciousness, carrying an edge of fear that Dante felt echo through their merged being.
