Infinity: Rising of the Soul Weavers

"Any last words?" A vicious cold smile surfaced across Abbadon's face, giving the elves and their hero a terrifying feeling, shaking their core.

Many of the already small bunch of elves that were left awake fell unconscious, finally giving up on their resistance as dread filled their nightmares.

Although not many noticed, the 'so called hero' stiffened all of a sudden, before continuing to approach Abbadon as if nothing had happened.

Abbadon could clearly see the cold sweat rolling down his forehead, making him smile even wilder and more viciously!

'This person seems to be the person who had broken the seal and guided the elves to this Plane, or at least one of the people responsible.' Abbadon thought to himself while observing the injured 'hero'.

From Abbadon's estimation, this person should be able to temporarily break a weak seal or open up a path between the two planes of this planet.

'I guess he also had to fight against the original residents of this continent, the humans. 

'According to what I've observed, there have been many battles going on at the same time, many people died from both sides. Only the lucky ones or the strongest ones survived.

'I have sensed both human and elven bodies in the stomachs of the creatures I killed as well… what a mess…'

This planet had two large continents. The first was filled with cities built in the jungle where residents focused on advanced magical research, while the other, the one Abbadon was currently in, focused on technological advancements.

Abbadon had gone to the jungle first and found the original residents to be there.

The original residents of the jungle looked human, no, they were in fact humans, with various abilities. 

From Abbadon's interaction with them, it was clear that they possess terrifying control and understanding over the various magical laws of the mysterious universe.

Of course, humans were arrogant just like the elves, but they valued their lives more. 

As such, it didn't take them long to deliver their submission to this daemon's mistress. After all, Abbadon had shown them what he's capable of…

Additionally, they were more than willing when they had heard of their objective; All they had to do was conduct research as they've always done.

However, what made the offer more tempting was that this daemon's mistress would provide them with everything they needed and more! Even more information and guidance in regards to magic!

Furthermore, the daemon had promised that they would gain immense powers once hey truly join their side and contribute to his mistress.

It was obvious from Abbadon's demeanor that this mistress he spoke of so restfully was someone highly important, and as such, they didn't dare let this opportunity escape their grasp.

Anyhow, the two continents didn't seem to be similar to each other, in fact, they have been speculating a destructive war amongst themselves!

Apparently the elves had made it easier for the people of the jungle to avoid war. But even so, if it wasn't for Abbadon moving them to Earth, they would have attacked and won over a new massive piece of land.

But all of that was obviously of no concern for someone like Abbadon who only cared about his mistress and her wellbeing.

'In any case, I was here for the humans of this planet, but I'll take the elves.' Abbadon thought to himself while watching the said hero approach him weakly.

"Who are you?" The hero spoke in a low voice as he looked warily towards Abbadon who had called back his aura, restraining himself massively, making it easier for the hero to look at him.

Abbadon smiled as he heard the question. 

He smiled viciously that some of the few remaining elves dropped on the ground. 

"A human helping the elves. A human that disregards races and helps those who are in need. A hero indeed!" Abbadon's tone made him sound extremely and weirdly happy, but it only made the others fear him more since his smile didn't match his tone. 

However, the contrast between the daemon's smile and his tone wasn't the thing that shocked the hero. It was his actions.

While keeping the same smile on his face, Abbadon threw a bottle of beige liquid towards the hero who didn't even have any strength nor the time to evade.

"Sir hero!"

"No!! You evil-"

"Protect sir hero!"

"Huh? What- sir hero!"

"Oh, sir hero can stand tall again!"

"I can feel the sir hero's strength coming back! Do you feel his aura?!"

"Sir hero! We're saved!"

"Finally!! We'll teach that b*stard a lesson!"

"Go sir hero!!"

It all happened so quickly, but what Abbadon did made the human hero only frown as he stood with a tense expression on his sweaty and dirty face.

For some reason, although his injuries have all disappeared, he was feeling more uneasy. No matter what he did, he felt stuck in an invisible spider web while the predator was smiling at him sadistically.

A way too happy tone made him tense even more. "Who am I?" Abbadon repeated the hero's question, making many elves flinch, remembering that he was still standing there. "I am a person that you can't win against no matter how strong you are.

"So take this as a word of advice from a young senior: stop with your pointless resistance.

"On this entire planet, no one can possibly cause me any real harm. And let me tell you, you're not even the strongest of them."

Abbadon was speaking as if he was discussing the weather. No, he sounded even more certain than speculating about the weather. 

He was stating a simple fact. A fact that can not be refuted by mere mortals.

The hero felt his lungs gasping for air even though he was not being restrained. His legs were slightly shaking, and his palms won't even obey his command by closing into fists. 

His face was very pale as well, as if he had seen a ghost.

Although he was like a wet rat, this 'hero' was quite good at hiding it from the naive elves.