At the same time that the sixth legion was combing the whole world to search for Abaddon, the man in question was in the middle of the wilderness, sitting on top of a chair, talking to a handsome young man in front of him.
A table separated both individuals, and a bottle of wine was situated in the middle of it, spreading the insanely captivating smell of this top-notch wine.
Right now, the night grew thicker, the spring moon shaped like a bow. Clouds obscured the moonlight as if coating the crescent moon with a thin sheet of gossamer.
Because it had just finished raining continuously for three days and three nights, the turbid energy between the mountains had been washed away clean, leaving behind the purest of freshness. This fresh air was pure, like a piece of white paper, and was more effective in spreading the wine aroma around. That was the reason why the young man chose this place tonight to speak to Abaddon.
