Adaddon was in the Capital, hidden somewhere with Amber. She was looking for ways to escape his arena but there was no way he would let her go. His mere presence was deluging her fright and there’s no way to subdue the dominance his presence emits. She wanted to avoid it but to no avail, she was thralled until someone came to rescue her or she died.
Adaddon was looking out of the window, leaning on the ledge with his arms closed at his chest, lost in his thoughts.
There was something off about that boy Alyan. If he was trained properly he might be able to beat in the next twenty years or so. Well, Only ‘if’ I will let him live that long.
A smirk came to his lips, licking them in electrification, finding another source of amusement before his departure not before giving the cults their
