They adjusted quickly.
Too quickly for coincidence.
Jovian moved first, but not alone this time.
Lucien matched his timing almost perfectly.
Alaric followed half a step behind, controlling space instead of chasing openings.
Even Iggy—
Somehow—
Managed to hold back just enough to strike when it mattered.
It wasn't perfect.
But it was close.
Close enough to matter.
Vital Mirage and Midnight Sontana attacked in alternating rhythm, forcing Obsidian Fang to respond without pause.
Golden Cavalier cut off escape angles, keeping Voss within a controlled range.
Phantom Ember surged in only when a gap actually appeared.
For a brief moment—
They had him contained.
Voss's movements slowed.
Not because he couldn't keep up—
But because he had to account for all of them at once.
"That's it," Jovian said under his breath.
Lucien didn't look away. "…Don't rush it."
Because they both knew—
This was fragile.
One mistake, and it would collapse.
Voss tested the formation with a sudden shift in pressure.
The field tightened again, cutting across their positions.
But this time—
They didn't scatter.
They adjusted.
Together.
That was new.
And Voss noticed immediately.
"…Synchronization," he said quietly.
No approval.
Just recognition.
Then—
He stepped forward again.
And everything escalated.