Bab 377: Wager

Abaddon watched as a woman in a blue dress with a veil covering her face appeared out of thin air like some sort of mirage. 

Just like him, her feet lightly touched the water without making so much as a ripple, and she folded her arms sternly.

"Abaddon... You are not supposed to be in this world." she said in as cross of a tone as she could muster.

Abaddon looked at the air around him and saw that it was indeed vibrating as if it were unstable. 

If he were to use even the smallest attack here, he would likely cause a natural disaster that this world would never recover from. 

If he didn't have a foothold here, he likely would not have even been able to enter. 

"I came to have a conversation. Is that wrong of me?"

"It depends on what you have come here to speak about I have not taken you for a man with such a fondness for chatting."

" I am nothing of the sort, Asherah."

"So you want something then? Wonderful."