Bab 335: The Apostle War: Vovin’s Warcry

"Girls... stand back for just a moment." Abaddon said gently. 

His wives did not understand exactly why he had made this sudden request, but they backed away nonetheless. 

Once they were a safe enough distance away, he figured it was time to begin. 

Placing his hand over the thirteen gems aglow in his chest, he closed his eyes to reflect inwardly on his sealed soul. 

With all of his concentration focused on moving an immovable wall, he pushed and pushed until only a crack appeared and a small amount of his real power began to leak outward. 

Boom!

An arc of golden light shot out from Abaddon's body and pierced the darkening clouds up above. 

His strange wings burst free from his back, only now the left ones had dark feathers instead of scales and membranes. 

Reaching out for the ethereal string coming from his Uncle's headless body, Abaddon grabbed hold of it for use as a bit of a homing beacon.