Roman arrived third.
No theatrics. No cloak swirls.
Just a long look at Leon. Then a hand rested on his shoulder.
"Next time I tell you not to split the team six ways, I want it in writing," he muttered. "But... we made it."
Leon nodded.
"Thanks for always playing the long game."
Roman smirked faintly. "One day, I'll even let someone else move the pieces."
Liliana came next, walking slowly with a strange peace in her gaze.
Her Harmony form shimmered faintly—a blend of crystalline lace and reactive threadlines that shifted in tune with her breath.
"I heard your voice once," she said to Leon. "When I was inside Roselia's illusion."
"And I finally understood why we follow you."
Leon blinked. "What did I say?"
She smiled softly. "Nothing. That's why it meant something."
Naval was last to arrive, calm as ever, but when he stepped into the Hall, the very walls seemed to pause.
