Suddenly, it happened—the pulsating black Core cracked like an egg, splitting into two jagged halves.
From the ruptured flesh, an ominous transformation began to take shape, and Abaddon's true form emerged.
Seeing this, Roth muttered again. "Then I should get ready too."
He gazed at his hand, precisely at his index figure where an old looking ring was placed. Decorated with diamond shape blue gem, it was a simple as it could be.
One might just thing that it wouldn't have cost much, but to Roth, it was his most priced materialistic possession he had.
A ring crafted not by a human but a ancient Dwarf. It was older than himself and been a family heirloom given to him by his late father, when he became the king.
A heirloom that had once handed over his daughter in law, who was supposed to give to someone else worthy in the family in future, but fate was true cruel to let that happen.
