The weight of Seran's words did not fade.
It settled.
And the deeper it settled, the worse it became.
No one spoke.
A Primordial Incarnation was already beyond reason.
An Abyssal Entity on top of that—
It stopped feeling like a problem.
It felt like a verdict.
Marie's fingers curled unconsciously at her sides. Sylra's lips pressed thin. Marina lowered her gaze, her breathing uneven. Kaia's usual sharpness dulled into something quieter.
Lilith stood still.
She did not understand everything.
But she understood enough.
Lucien was in danger.
And there was nothing she could do.
That truth hit harder than anything else.
Their eyes drifted toward Lucien.
Waiting. Hoping. Fearing.
Lucien did not look much better.
His jaw tightened.
Convergence.
If Seran was right, then the process had already begun.
Threads he could not see were already moving.
For the first time in a long while—
Lucien felt something close to helplessness.
He hated it.
…
Seran broke the silence.
