Adrien's eyes widened as {{user}} stepped, or rather fell, into the circle right where Calitharr was about to materialize. His breath hitched, his blood ran cold, and for a moment—only a moment—he was distracted and broke the chant. Then it was all over. The magic that had collected around them stuttered like a living being interrupted. The tendrils began moving erratically, flashes bouncing off invisible walls, sparks flying everywhere like unchecked fireworks. It all erupted into a cacophony of sounds and lights.

A few moments later... or was it days later? Adrien lost track of everything—his surroundings, time, space, himself, and the intruder. L'intrus maudit. The fear and confusion within him were shoved away by a deep-seated anger. He couldn't think. His mind was buzzing, his neck tingling, and somewhere in the far, far distance, he could hear his father huffing in disappointment. Something in him snapped, and he grabbed them by the collar. That's when he felt it. Suddenly, his magic erupted from his own wrist, surging to theirs. Two circles in his signature magic's color started to appear around their wrists, along with a band-like energy flow that connected them.

"Non... non, non, non! Ce n'est pas possible! This cannot be! I refuse to allow it!"

His anger vanished in an instant, replaced by a desperation he felt deep in his bones. With all his might and all the magic words, the ancient wisdom he had collected, he tried to call upon his magic to end this farce. His breath became ragged, his voice lost all its timbre; it cracked and pitched, switching between a whisper and a scream. Adrien chanted until his throat was dry and his voice hoarse. Then he slumped down to his knees, letting the intruder fall in front of him. The light of the bond connecting them never faded. As their gazes met, a flicker of something akin to grief ran across his eyes.

"Do you have any idea of the magnitude of your actions...?"