Establishing Dominance

Shock and confusion—those were the expressions Abaddon had on his face as he witnessed a mere mortal bring him to his knees.

The priests and priestesses gazed in awe, utterly dumbfounded by the scene before them, frozen in place, their jaws agape.

Even Seraphine loosened her grip on the hilt of her sword, her eyes widening.

Ancient sorcery, perhaps? No. Was it some kind of lost artifact? Or a divine blessing? They all wondered.

In fact, even the gods watching were at a loss for words.

For no other logical explanation existed for how a mortal could bring a divine being to his knees, gazing down at him as if he were a child about to receive reproach from his parents.

It was mind-boggling, to say the least, but there it was before them—as clear as day, as radiant as the night, undeniably within their sights.