It was the second day since Abel had returned to his domain. He was finally able to have a good night of rest. The huge battle had taken a huge strain on him mentally, especially after killing so much.
Humans and orcs were not like the hell creatures in the Dark World. They were all fully conscious.
Abel woke up late. It was rare for him to enter a dreamless deep sleep all the way until the sun rose.
He was on the top floor of his magic tower, floating 1000 meters above the ground in mid-air. The magic circles projected the surrounding environment onto the walls beside him. It was just like he was floating alone in the sky.
He did not interfere with his domain ever since he came back yesterday. With The Lord of Marshall and Bartoli taking care of everything, there was nothing he needed to worry about.
