A they were all stunned by his words, falling silent immidatly.
Every eye turned to him, awaiting his next command.
"I said we are expecting someone."
"Until they arrive, I want no further interruptions."
They all bowed their heads, each calmin down, though unease still lingered in the air.
Moments passed in silence. Then, a voice suddenly spoke.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting, my lord," the voice said.
Everyone turned as a figure emerged from the shadows that appeared behind them—a figure they had not noticed until he was directly before them.
A silver haired red eyes man who covered the lowar half of his face.
It was none other than Ivan, the Deathwalker.
"Ivan," Arkanos called with a hint to excitement in his voice. "It's nice to see you back."
The fallen angel, Abaddon, narrowed his eyes sharply. His gaze locked on Ivan, his expression was calm, yet intense, as if he were irritated but somethim but he kept his expression neutral.
