The dust settled slowly.
Convergence remained suspended in the air.
His expression was calm now.
That was worse.
Because now they stood inside Lucien's domain, and even there Convergence did not look shaken. The wounds across his shell were still visible. The torn flesh still twitched where the Soulbrand Claw had bitten. The destructive motes Lucien had forced into his body were still trying to eat through him from within.
Lucien watched carefully.
There it was.
A tightening at the mouth. A slight recoil in the shoulders. A pulse of discomfort that slipped through before the shell could smooth over again.
Then the injuries began vanishing.
Arriving at the state where they had already ceased to matter.
Lucien understood it at once.
Convergence was not merely enduring the destructive laws inside him. He was pulling the point at which they would disappear forward through his own authority and forcing that conclusion to happen now.
