"But I hope everything I do is for the good!" Abel retracted his gaze from the 12 skyships and mumbled.
He then put the confused Doff the Beamon back in the Monster ring and returned to the Rogue Encampment from his metal fort.
When he was about to teleport to the Pandemonium Fortress, he suddenly sensed something strange.
It was a familiar scent from the oak tree, an especially friendly one.
"What happened?" Abel thought to himself as he flashed from the spot.
As he approached the oak tree, he saw 15 little flying creatures in the sky, to his surprise.
He was in the Dark World. Besides the blue howling rabbits he brought in, almost everything else was hell creatures.
He stopped under the oak tree and took a closer look. Those little creatures were like mini elves with transparent butterfly wings on their backs.
