Abyssal's touch was cold and warm simultaneously, storm and flame existing in impossible harmony within his small hands. The moment Selena and Dante's fingers closed around his, the moment they acknowledged him through physical contact rather than just words, something shifted in the Crimson Citadel's architecture. The bloodstone walls began to pulse with new light, patterns emerging that hadn't been visible before, glyphs and symbols that wrote themselves in the same blood-red luminescence that defined the entire structure.
"What's happening?" Dante demanded, trying to pull his hand back, his instincts screaming that they'd made a mistake, that acknowledging Abyssal had triggered something they should have prevented.
