There was no warning as they moved as one.
No count.
No signal.
Yet in the very same moment.
Four wills united.
And the world responded.
Aurelia became the center.
Not as a commanding leader.
But as the meeting point of all flows.
The light in her body no longer stood alone.
She was connected.
To Ragnar.
To Kael.
To Orion.
And through them.
To the entire network.
Ragnar stepped forward.
But this time.
Unlike usual.
Not in a rush.
Not explosive.
He waited.
And when the moment came.
He struck.
A single blow.
But within that blow.
There was direction.
There was flow.
There was support from the others.
The collision occurred.
The figure was pushed back further.
Not by strength alone.
But by precise rhythm.
Kael immediately followed up.
He did not strike the body.
He struck the gap.
Locking the pattern around the crack that had already formed.
Preventing it from mending back together.
Orion raised his hand.
The space around the figure shifted.
