"Ares, wake up!" Kaito snapped, pacing around the grand foyer of Nikolai Novikov's luxurious mansion. "If Eleanor is under Morana's mind control and attacks you, lock her away or initiate the Damned ritual for sacrifice. Don't hesitate."
Atlan's voice trembled with concern. "Brother, if Morana's deeply entrenched in the Phoenix's consciousness, hasn't she been controlled for too long? What if she has been manipulating you?"
Since arriving at Celestia, his brother had been eerily silent. Missing the ball was unfortunate, but the bombshell news of Eleanor, trapped under Morana's control had left him and Kaito reeling.
Ares remained still, lost in thought, his chin resting on his fist as he stared into the fireplace.
"No." He finally spoke, looking at Atlan, whose eyes widened.
"No?" Atlan echoed, frowning and rising to his feet. "At this point, it doesn't matter how long Eleanor has been controlled. Do the ritual, brother. She's your cure; take it!"
