Lucien exhaled slowly.
Seran had been right.
The shell Convergence was using was still new. It had not fully synchronized yet.
That did not make Convergence weak.
It made him incomplete.
And incompleteness, Lucien knew, could still bleed.
He had seen it with his own eyes.
Barely enough to count. But enough.
Enough to prove that the body carrying Convergence could still be harmed.
Enough to prove that anything that could bleed could still be brought closer to death.
Lucien's thoughts sharpened.
There was more.
The Convergence in the Mural World had fought differently. That one moved through close combat as if martial logic itself had been born to obey him. Every angle had become his. Every exchange had ended where he wanted it to end.
This one had not done that.
