The desert air had settled, leaving only the soft hum of the White and the faint ripple of Zarynth's violet void curling around him. Lucien, Kairo, and Ashveil stood in a loose formation, watching him carefully, wary but unafraid.
Zarynth sheathed his blade lazily, letting the chaotic energy dissipate into the air. His violet eyes flicked toward Lucien. "Not bad… for a three-man show. I expected more hesitation."
Lucien stepped forward, hands lightly resting on his blade. "You fought well. We all know why you were a challenge. But now… there's no reason to fight each other anymore. The remaining Revenant is all that stands between us completing the six."
Zarynth tilted his head, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "You speak as though I have a choice."
Ashveil's shadows flickered, curling around him like a living cloak. "You do. But you've seen our abilities, our synergy. You fought us, survived, and we survived you. You're chaotic, yes—but there's kinship here. Something even the void recognizes."
Kairo raised an eyebrow, spinning bloodsteel casually in his hand. "You want a hand in the fun, or are you just going to sulk in the desert looking dramatic?"
Zarynth's smirk widened, almost amused. "Fun… yes. I've wandered alone too long. And now, perhaps, it's time to see what happens when chaos meets… coordination."
Lucien's pale gaze softened slightly. "Then it's settled. We move forward—together. The six, almost complete."
The desert seemed to respond, faint threads of the White and violet void intertwining subtly around them, as if acknowledging the newly-formed group.
Their pace slowed, the tension of battle giving way to the light banter of travel.
"So… what's your deal?" Kairo asked, glancing at Zarynth. "You fight like chaos incarnate, yet you just… follow when it suits you?"
Zarynth chuckled softly, brushing sand from his cloak. "I fight when it amuses me. I follow when there's purpose… or interest. You three have something different. A rhythm, a flow. And it's… intriguing."
Ashveil shook his head, laughing. "Intriguing is one word for it. Annoying is another, but we'll let that slide."
Lucien's eyes scanned the horizon. "We train, we improve, and then… we finish what we started. The last Revenant won't wait for us. We need to be ready, and together, we stand a chance."
Zarynth's violet void flickered playfully around his limbs. "Then lead the way, pale one. I'm curious to see what chaos can do when it works with… control."
And so, the four of the six Revenants moved as one, each distinct in personality, void, and style, yet subtly linked by kinship and purpose. The final Revenant remained a distant pulse on the horizon, silent and watchful.
Lucien exhaled quietly, the White stirring faintly along his blade. "Soon… soon we will all stand together. The six. And the world… will tremble."
The desert stretched endlessly, but the bond between them had formed, stronger than any void could bend. And with Zarynth now among them, the storm of the Revenants was one step closer to completion.