The holder of the abyss

Confusion and fear crawled under Aries's skin and made their way into her heart. Her knees trembled, and she knew she wouldn't be able to stand up from the floor she was slumped on. She was too terrified, witnessing another side of Abel unfold right in front of her.

The chains were still tied around his wrist, clanging on the floor and against each other at his every movement. She could see the red mist formed like needles, hovering in the air.

'Abel…' she whispered, eyes fixed on Abel's figure. '… don't do this.'

For reasons Aries couldn't understand, the dread dominating her heart was forcing her to stop Abel. But before she could even ponder about anything, a hand suddenly grabbed her biceps.

"We have to go," urged Leon, tugging Aries's arm. 

Aries shook her head, unable to look away from Abel. "No," she whispered. "He can't do this."

"You've seen it. He'll be fine."