A fog rolled in around Abaddon's feet.
When it touched him, he felt a feeling of deep revulsion that turned his skin mostly red. The stars beneath his flesh became black holes.
Nyarlathotep's laughter echoed closer and closer as he drew near, and Abaddon immediately took a defensive stance.
...Only for Eris to pull him by his hair and attempt to stop him.
"We can't fight him now..!" She hissed. "We need to find cover somewhere until we have a better grasp of ourselves here."
Abaddon was immediately bewildered. "You want me to run?"
"I know you aren't keen on it, but I truly do not believe we have a choice here... We should go now while we have the chance."
In most instances, Abaddon would have listened to Eris without much of a fight. She tended to always have their family's best interests at heart, and her ability for foresight was often greater than his.
But when it came to this occasion, he was unable to just go along with her wishes as she would have liked.
