A brutal wind raged, blowing the sand on the Scarlet Plain into the sky. The sun, which had illuminated the earth through the thick dust temporarily, was reduced to the previous dim redness.
Three-headed dogs came, feasting upon the dead demons. Scales gradually grew on their body. Their eyes were bloodshot, and they gulped the corpses as if it were a contest, not even leaving the body parts that were burning. Even the bones had been chewed and swallowed.
That was what Atlant saw when he opened his eyes. He said gently and warmly, "Are you entering the abyss right now?"
He was asking Lucien, Natasha and Malfurion's operation plan.
Malfurion simply offered to assist Lucien in case of accidents in the abyss, which would've worsened the relation between the Congress of Magic and the elves. So, he did not reply and simply looked at Lucien with his green eyes.