Abnormal Weather

Time is quick as several hours passed, Abaddon received the report of the Third Amry's successful conquest. He has most of the situation controlled.

Meanwhile, at the inner court hall. Helios was in deep thoughts, theorizing the possible stages of Abaddon's plan. Although, a total of one month has passed for the Mortal Realm. In the Immortal Realms, mentioning the Promised Land and the Netherworld. Thirteen hours had passed.

Helios barely guessed anything correctly, hence he gave up. Callista, on the other hand, is looking through one of the gaps on the railing. She is looking at her daughter, Irene, with a weird gaze.

Michael has stayed unconscious for the long time but his aura is slowly coming back, meaning he is regaining his consciousness.

Irene stayed on her seat even though she could escape using the power she has that escaped from the seal on her, casted by Eric.

Speaking of whom, Abaddon received a report while taking a few walks on the battlefield that Eric returned to his home. He was furious but not enough to destroy a quarter of Promised Land.

"Abaddon, should we continue or retreat to recover from lost of soldiers?" Plato suggested while approaching him.

"Why should we retreat?", Abaddon turned his head to see Plato and leaned on the balcony railing, "I have the world at my feet."

Plato shook his head and dismissed himself, leaving Abaddon alone at the balcony of a partially destroyed villa.

'Arrogance and confidence might sound different because both are the exact opposites but none the like, we all came from Chaos, not some primordial deity who sinned', Plato thought in his mind.

As Abaddon had chosen, his final plans to fully accomplish a successful coup resumed. The Ten Generals met with him to discuss the last touches.

— THE MORTAL REALM

"Father, the Grand Duke of Aephus. What should we do with him?" Man with a hoarse tone as if he is ill. He wore a loose black shirt and shorts.

The person he called father, is in front of him, sipping from a cup of fresh tea. Bright and luminous sun shone for them but the weather changed abruptly for a month.

As the darkness devoured the day and brought night without a lingering chance of day. Rumors began to spread that the gods did not bless the birth of the eighth prince who happens to be born before the month of darkness.

"Some say, the eighth prince is not of imperial blood. Others say he is cursed." he placed his tea cup on a coaster.

"As the crown prince, what should you do to protect your brother?", he made an indifferent expression.

Before replying to the Emperor, he thought wisely of the words he would say since this is a part of a test from His Imperial Majesty.

"The first Empress can handle it better than I, who needs to polish my swordsmanship and handle the stability of my position after recovering from poison."

Suddenly, a loud roar of thunder caught the attention of the two. 'If it were to rain for one week, I'm afraid the treasury would be empty soon', the Emperor thought.