The wind howled in Abaddon's ears as he soared high above the treetops, his black wings slicing through the sky like blades of shadow.
Below him lay the gathering forces of House Raine and House Meldon, their troops ready for battle on the barren expanse between the two territories.
His lips curled into a devilish grin, and his eyes gleamed with malice.
"How shall I play this?" he murmured to himself, his voice laced with sinister amusement.
"Should I crush their will outright and watch as they writhe in despair before hunting them down one by one?"
He chuckled softly, the sound echoing against the wind. "Or perhaps… I could offer them a glimmer of hope if they kill their cimrades, a lie so sweet they turn against each other in a futile effort to survive, only for me to deliver the final blow. To put on a show for my enjoyment."
He laughed darkly, the sound like the growl of distant thunder.