Each of the Devil Lords radiated a cold, hateful aura that distorted the space around their forms. Their presences pressed down like crushing gravity, warping the air and poisoning the land beneath their feet.
Once, bringing even two of these Lords together would have inevitably ended in bloodshed. Devils were creatures of ambition and treachery, and cooperation had always been temporary at best.
But times had changed.
Devils were pragmatic above all else.
They had learned from the fate of the First Layer. They knew that standing alone meant annihilation. If they wished to avoid being slaughtered as their predecessors had been, they had only one option—to stand together.
They were in the midst of discussing their plans when, without warning, every Devil Lord froze.
Their eyes sharpened simultaneously as they rose into the air above the city.
What they saw caused a rare flicker of confusion to cross their faces.
