Bab 685: Cold as Hell!

When Abaddon and his forces passed through Nyx's rift into the underworld, he was expecting to see something grand.

Or anything really.

But there was nothing.

Complete and absolute darkness as far as the eye could see.

'Interesting…'

He held up a finger and produced a small wisp of dark red flame was produced above his claw.

The darkness began actively trying to blot out the light to return this place to a pitch black once again.

Finally, Abaddon had a bit of a better idea about where he was.

"This is your place of power…"

"Handsome and astute. Who would've thunk it?"

Abaddon and the others could hear Nyx's voice all around them.

A giant head appeared in front of him. Possessing skin and hair that seemed to be woven from the night and stars itself; almost the same as Abaddon's divine wrath state.