This time, Bekka and Kanami were unable to pull Abaddon off of Percival.
His rage was like a great storm. It threatened to tear apart the fabric of the very world they stood on.
And Percival had some very mixed feelings about it.
He wanted to destroy the world with his own two hands and feet. It wasn't really a whole lot of fun if the world got destroyed when he wasn't the cause.
"...Careful there, old boy. You might just burst a blood vessel before you even manage to find out what I'm here for. I'd like to find the relics as quickly as possible without much fuss if I can-"
"RELICS!?"
Abaddon's roar was so loud that it crushed every headstone in the cemetery. It suddenly looked like a day at the beach with all the sand flying around.
His anger scared away all of the spirits still hanging around.
Now, it wasn't just the coffin that was catching on fire, or his clothes. The soil around them was starting to melt and turn into a molten hovel.
