It did not take long for news of the Six Sun Alliance's brutal expansion across the First Layer of Hell spread throughout the infernal depths. Shock and fury gripped the Devil Lords of the deeper layers, yet none of them dared to act.
After all, one of the most ancient and powerful among them—Beelzebub, a Lord of the Ninth Layer—had been defeated and forced to flee, his body maimed and his pride shattered.
The deterrence—that deep, instinctive dread—was precisely what Overlord had hoped to achieve by allowing the White Death to face the Devil Paragon alone.
That single battle had reshaped the balance of fear across Hell.
It made one thing unmistakably clear: the Six Sun Alliance had not won through tricks, ambushes, or sheer numerical superiority. They had won because they were stronger. Individually. Overwhelmingly. Irrefutably.
Every Devil Lord understood the message.
