Abaddon stood in the midst of a field of destruction. The city that was once thriving with the undead had been quite decimated.
No building was still fully intact. Only a few threads held together the floating city itself.
Hovering next to the dragon was a rather feminine-looking man with a pair of sunglasses covering his face.
"I believe I fail to see where you derive enjoyment from all of this destruction. It is so.... barbaric."Eternity said distastefully.
Abaddon did not pay him much mind as he continued moving forward, stepping over large cracks and the ashes of dead spirits.
"Barbarism is a very... misguided term, I feel."
"You would call this anything other than unnecessary?"
"I am not mortal. Nor am I a human. For dragons who undertake the paths of warriors, every battle is a clash of wills. A culmination of experiences. It is not about destroying. It is about proving which of us has worked harder for their power."
