On the edge of the border of Quwahar, Abbadon was walking slowly, with nothing in sight just water. He was walking on water like anyone would walk on land except that his feet would go half a foot down the water.
He suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere. "Anadi Bik!" He said and then he took a few steps back as if he were waiting for something to come out from the water. The water started going berserk and suddenly, it split into two sides. Showcasing a strange gate-like hole, the gateway was more than 50 feet on both sides. It was in the middle of the water yet not a drop was flowing in it, as if the water was being stopped to enter by someone. Abbadon stood on its tip. The gateway was going all the way down, and nothing but darkness was to be seen.
Abbadon looked down and took a step forward in the gateway. But, instead of falling he somehow started walking downwards on the wall. It looked like gravity worked differently there. Abbadon walked on the wall downwards like he was walking on the ground. The gateways started closing the second Abbadon went in and was covered by water.
"Lord Abbadon, how did it go?" A man with blonde hair with a ponytail appeared behind; he was wearing a light yellow jacket and a brown pant. "Are the rumors true?" Abbadon turned around. "Goldust, you should stop sneaking up on me." Goldust placed his hands above his head in the air, "Oh sorry, didn't mean to startle you."
Abbadon cut him off, "Yes, the rumors are true that kid is Wisifer. He isn't strong enough to even beat up a D-level Prodigy user. He didn't use any Prodigy at all to attack me. I think he doesn't have any or just doesn't know how to use it." Goldust threw his hands down and gave a big smile, he looked creepy because he had a scar right next to his mouth, "I don't see him. Where is he? Can I torture him?" Abbadon turned straight, "I left Aminta to take care of it, and he was defeated after I left. I was sure he would lose so I sent 12 Star Kingdom Troupes with fake Tattoo of our cause on their eyes." Goldust seemed lost, "What?" He shouted, "You went there to take that boy but came back without him and left Aminta to die along with 12 Star Kingdom troupes? I don't understand. You could've just grabbed him, why would you leave it to that good-for-nothing Aminta?"
Abbadon started walking forward, "Mission was just to gather information, I had no intentions of getting him here. He will come to us on his accords soon enough, so why use force? Once he remembers that he is the reincarnation of Wisifer and remembers what he has done, he will come here and lead us. As for Aminta's capture and death of those 12 useless good-for-nothing star Kingdom fools, everything went as planned to the minute detail." Goldust was walking behind him. Abbadon sighed, "I have other things to plan--"
Goldust intercepted him "We found some rats among us. Total five of them." Abandon's facial expression changed not that he had much of a happy face but now he was busting with anger, "Where the hell are they now?" He busted out, but calmed himself down pretty quickly. "These Dreadscars have always been pain in the neck. They won't talk no matter what you do. What I want to know is how they got inside and what kind of information they smuggled."
"We don't know anything, and they haven't made any progress in sending information back to Quwahar. We caught them while they were trying to send a letter to Quwahar." Goldust answered.
A man came running towards them, "Lord--a fight broke out. They are going to the arena to settle it," He said with excitement. "Let's go." Abbadon scuffed, slightly.
Fights among themselves had become too common. They used to fight each other daily, so Abbadon made them an arena where they could settle their fights and not damage the property. Their whole base was underground and repairing the damages was difficult. But, now it had become more like a sport. They would fight each other in the arena and others would watch and bet on them. So, whenever they would fight they would just got to the arena and settle their dispute.
Two men were circling in the arena, the arena was filled with sand and it was about 30 feet from its radius. "You are dying, my friend." One of them said, "We'll see about that." The other one replied. They both locked jacked, they weren't wearing anything but pants.
"Who do you think is going to win?" Goldust asked Abbadon, "I think Mist-Man will win, his Prodigy is good for close combat."
Abbadon shrugged "You don't know the other guy, do you?" Goldust nodded in denial. "He is a new recruit." Mist-man rushed far from the other guy and made a bow with mist, and started throwing arrow after arrow made out of mist towards the other guy. The arrow starts making a smoke screen around him, Mist-man thought he had won, but when the mist cleared he noticed that there was no one standing there, suddenly he felt some kind of presence behind him.
The second he turned around someone peeled his face off. "He is that creep who can control skin?" Goldust said with amazement and a disgusted voice. "Gross," Abbadon turned back,
"We have strong warriors but we can't turn back things like this, we need more Prodigy users to join our ranks. The Great War of Kingdoms will end soon…"
"That would be nice, I hate war--" Goldust frowned like he just realized something, "No- I think I like war, ah not again, I am so done with this thing, I forget thing. Why? Dry? Shy?" He hit his head with his palm like a psycho.
Abbadon's eyes filled with resolve, "We need to take him before they brainwash him and make him a monstrous soldier." Abbadon pointed his finger towards the guy who got his face peeled off, "Hurry up and heal him. And next time you hurt another one of your comrades, I will send you back to them, fight all you want but don't give severe injuries, remember that rule."
'We need a world without war,' Abbadon thought, 'it's been more than a hundred years since the 6th great war started and it's time someone answers bloodshed with a smile and proposes a bargain, we might see peaceful days. We need Him for He is the only man who can save us.'
"When do we do it?" Goldust asked Abbadon. "I mean, we don't have much time. The Second Layer is coming." Abbadon seemed unusually serious. "Second Layer, huh? Only if we could explain this to those idiots who think of us as traitors, things would be a lot easier."
Abbadon sighed, "Yes, we are short on time but, that doesn't mean we can just rush everything. He doesn't remember anything. We need to give him some time so he can come to his senses."
Goldust turned back and started walking, "Time, rhyme, lime… Star, Ajar-Far-Tar-" He mumbled as he started hitting his head again.
"When did Aolani and the other leave?" Abbadon asked Goldust, "They are ready to invade Quwahar, right?" Goldust cracked his neck and sighed, "They left quite a while ago and by now they must have joined the ranks of Star Kingdom and should be ready to invade Quwahar. The Invasion will begin in about a few hours or so." Abbadon blinked and sighed as if he had made a hard decision even though he didn't want to. "We don't have time to play their war games." Abbadon sighed again, "There is a much bigger threat looming than their stupid war. Only if they would listen to us,"
"Well, after this war they will be begging to talk to us." Goldust smiled, "If they are left standing that is."