All lines collapsed toward the center. Strike met strike, illusion met reality. Energy collided with energy.
Vital Mirage moved with Jovian like a single being. Impossible to tell where one ended.
Lucien struck again and again. Midnight Sontana phased, appearing and disappearing with surgical precision. Alaric countered multiple attacks at once. Iggy darted unpredictably, striking where the enemies were weakest.
Voss moved like a shadow. Dominion shifted, countering, predicting. Lucent rained attacks from above. Ragnar smashed from the flank. Oblivion warped reality, forcing them all to calculate twice as fast.
"…Hold it together," Jovian whispered.
Because in convergence, control meant life.