At the sight of Alanthuriel, Convergence let out a low whistle.
"Well," he said, eyeing the newly emerged presence with frank interest, "that's it."
His smile widened as he looked back at Lucien.
"You're tied in way deeper than I thought. That's exactly why you can't be left alone. Someone like you was never going to switch sides just because I asked nicely. Better to cut off future problems before they learn how to bloom."
Lucien's eyes narrowed.
He did not answer.
There was no point wasting words on that line.
Not now.
Because the air itself had changed.
Alanthuriel and the formless thing from the Abyss now faced one another directly, and the world around them seemed to understand, on some mute and instinctive level, that two old disasters had finally found each other again.
Alanthuriel's voice emerged first.
It did not need to rise.
It spread.
