Eleanor stood frozen, her lips sealed in a stunned silence as an oppressive stillness filled the room. Kaito and Atlan simply stared at her, their faces a picture of complete uncertainty.
Kaito hesitant.
Atlan seemingly lost for words.
Taking matters into her own hands, she stepped forward, walking through the space between them to reach the bed. The blood-red mist had now completely enveloped Ares' body, and unshed tears welled up in her eyes.
Confusion and fear swirled in her mind. What was happening? What was the meaning of this eerie mist? She had thought Ares was merely unconscious, meant to wake up later, but Kaito and Atlan's words echoed in her mind... he was dying.
"A...Ares?" Her voice cracked, her hand trembling as she reached out towards the mist.
Swiftly, Kaito grasped her arm, pulling her away from the bed. "No!"
