They couldn't stay in the Chamber of Bones. The transformation had marked them, made them visible in ways they'd never been before—not just to those who might hunt them, but to the fabric of reality itself. The eternal storm-flame they'd become pulsed like a beacon, announcing their presence to every realm, every power, every being that had any stake in maintaining the cosmic order they'd been systematically dismantling.
Selena felt it through their binding—a tremor running through existence, like the moment before an earthquake when animals flee and the air goes unnaturally still. "They know," she said, helping Dante to his feet. "Every power that tried to claim us, every throne we rejected, every decree we defied—they all know what we've done. What we've become."
