Thea and Sabine stared absentmindedly up at the calm looking Abaddon while in relative awe of everything they had just witnessed.
Fire spirits are, as one would expect, extremely combative.
They usually spend all day fighting each other in an unending struggle for supremacy, but the arrival of three new faces in their domain gave them new targets to focus their aggression on.
But of course, Abaddon had no intention of allowing these creatures to lay a finger on his lovely daughter, and so he pummeled the flaming spirits himself.
And Sabine and Thea had watched the entire absurd display, while feeling more and more pity for the opponents with every second.
"That...required almost no effort from him."
Sabine was initially worried about how Abaddon would fare without nature to protect him, as the environment they were in was solely comprised of molten magma.
However, her worries proved to be entirely unfounded and unnecessary.
