"Well, what's your decision?" Elira asked, raising the bell to make them aware of what she could do.
Aramith looked at the gaping hole left in the ground, thinking of what ability she had.
Was it her attribute, or that bell is an artifact?
"I'll go with you," Aramith decided.
"What?" Mozrael couldn't believe him.
Elira blinked, uncertain if she'd misheard.
"I expected you to put up a fight, at least. Too bad expecting the bare minimum was still too much."
Mozrael grabbed Aramith. "What are you thinking? You can't just go on with her just because she said so. We can still fight her and escape."
Aramith looked at her calmly. "Your hand is still shaking from your fear. You can't fight if the need arises."
Mozrael couldn't say anything to that.
The words stung, and she couldn't accept them just like that. "Aramith, don't be—"
"Don't," he warned without turning back.
