The hellfire was right there in front of everyone, the powerful absolute darkness controlling it to prevent any destruction.
Ember, who had refused to look at it, couldn't help but turn and take a glance. That hellfire felt like it was calling to her—it was asking her to claim it once more. The celestial chains restricting her seemed unstable, as if they would break at any moment.
Ember moved away from Morpheus' hold and stepped toward the hellfire in the Devil's possession. She looked like she was captivated, possessed by something, her conscious mind slipping away slowly.
It worried Morpheus that she would break free from the chains—and anything could happen if she reunited with the hellfire. There had to be a reason why Drayvor freed the others from the celestial chains, but not her.
Morpheus quickly held her back, his arms firmly wrapping around her. "Ember, don't let yourself lose to the power. It belongs to you, but you have to wait."
