Karim.
His response completely destroys the calm and serene atmosphere.
Ace goes pale, his skin completely devoid of colour.
It's the first time I've seen him... afraid.
His knuckles are white from clenching his fists too tightly, his posture is rigid - no longer casual and relaxed.
The Presence leans back and closes its eyes, sighing with satisfaction at our reaction - as if it has accomplished its mission by destroying the mood.
Ace's eyes slowly lose their shimmer and the flowers around us begin to wilt and die. The air gradually becomes bitingly cold and chilly. The sun fades behind the shelter of gloomy clouds, casting shadows over the once-beautiful landscape.
What is going on with Ace?
I notice that he is staring deeply into the eyes of the Presence.
It's doing something to him. I have to break the contact immediately.
None of them are moving. They both seemed trapped by each other's gaze - which makes me wonder who is holding the other captive.
