Since he was a soul weapon, fueled by Michael's spirit rather than spiritual energy, it made him outright invisible to the Monarch standing guard.
In other words, unless Devil chose to reveal himself, the alien would not notice his presence at all.
The interior of the ant's nest was disturbing. Unlike the dug-up passages the crew had traversed earlier, this one was properly shaped to the ants' liking.
A thin layer of a muscle-like substance that stuck to the skin covered the floor, walls, and ceiling.
"Disgusting." Devil spat in disdain.
Although he did not exude a normal presence due to his lack of spiritual energy, the ants who remained behind were still sensitive enough to detect an intruder in their nest.
Countless footsteps echoed across the overlapping tunnels before ants bearing the auras of Masters headed toward his figure.
Upon witnessing their numbers, Devil remained utterly unfazed. With a mocking tilt of his head, he said.
"Slow."
