"Soul reunion!!!"
The word left all three of them at once, not spoken so much as detonated, and the space around them answered immediately.
Leon's aura surged first, a deep violet bleeding outward from where their joined hands met. Crimson answered a half second later, his own aura rolling forward like something ancient finally exhaling. Then the original's blue aura rose beneath both of them, patient at first, almost gentle, before it started closing in.
The three lights collided.
Not violently. There was no explosion, no crack of thunder, nothing that announced itself the way a fight would. It was quieter than that and somehow worse, three separate wills folding into the same space and refusing, for one long moment, to become anything singular. The purple and crimson lashed outward, trying to hold their shape, trying to stay themselves.
The blue didn't fight them.
