Coalition-complete struck as one.
Three bodies converged on a single point, moving with one intention between them. Rama's blade carried forty-eight timelines behind its arc: every failure, every hard-won lesson, every version of himself who had died so this one could still be standing. Sekar's strike carried the dual Regression she had bought with her own death, the love that had outlasted her despair, and the choice she kept making, over and over, to stay instead of giving up. Nakamura's strike carried something quieter than either of theirs. Gratitude, and the fierce need to prove that being welcomed into this partnership hadn't been a mistake.
Three strikes. One target. One moment that would decide everything that came after it.
