Abaddon threatened fiercely. He had immediately sighted Zeras looking around in shock during the war and had immediately picked him out to be weak.
Just as predicted, he had been able to easily dominate him, sending him flying into the deepest part of a world, no doubt already dead.
But who would have thought his prey would have survived and come back for his head? And successfully, he now had it within his grasp.
The only thing left he could do to ensure his life was to threaten him with his powerful background, but that seemed to have no use as he felt a knife stabbed through his head, sticking out of his forehead.
Quickly, his vision faded away into black as his entire head became nothing but dark dust that faded away into thin air.
Slowly, Zeras turned his gaze to his front where a figure cloaked in a pitch-black robe could be seen slowly keeping his dagger into his pocket.