The revenants began to rise from where they'd huddled around Dante's marked form. Slowly, deliberately, with the purposeful motion of beings who had finally, fully understood what they were witnessing, what they had become part of, what role they were meant to play in this terrible coronation that was unfolding whether anyone wanted it or not.
"No," Selena said immediately, recognizing the shift in their demeanor, the change in their collective intention. "Whatever you're thinking—whatever you're planning—stop. Just stop. Haven't we all suffered enough? Haven't enough violations been committed? Can't we just—"
