As Aizel continued to fall deeper into the darkness, a hooded figure riding a horse arrived at the edge of the chasm. The figure gazed straight into the abyss, seemingly deep in thought.
The hooded person dismounted the horse and spotted the attackers' bodies lying on the ground. The figure approached them and evaluated their situation. As the figure gazed into the abyss, they wondered, "Did that person really jump down there?"
The hooded figure didn't hesitate as they walked toward the edge of the abyss and leaped into it without a second thought.
Meanwhile…
"How much longer am I going to fall like this?"
Aizel's mind raced with endless questions as he continued to fall.
Would he ever get to the bottom? Was this abyss really a gateway to the depths of hell, teeming with terrifying beasts and evil demons?
What lay ahead filled his thoughts, and he couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty that clung to him like a second skin.
