As nine bells rang out in succession across all of Barto Hell, the devils set down their work as one, stunned by the incredible speculation rising in their hearts.
Could it be...
Before long, they saw that every devil with official ties to Avernus was hurrying toward the portals, striding briskly for Avernus's Bronze Fortress.
All of Barto Hell was astir.
In no time at all, the Bronze Fortress, expanded an unknown number of times already, was packed to overflowing. Even petty lords and dukes from other planes came shamelessly to attend this Avernus conference.
All to confirm that maddening suspicion in their hearts.
Amid the watchful anticipation of the masses—
"His Majesty Tibilus, Archduke of Avernus, has arrived!"
No lengthy string of titles was needed. The name of the Silver Dragon Archduke alone made these unruly devils lower their proud heads and kneel in worship, like wheat bending in waves across a field.
A moment later, Li Wei, the Pale Dragon, slowly settled down within the bronze hall of this steel fortress beneath the gaze of all present.
By the usual convention of such councils, the heads of each department would personally report the significant events of the period and their corresponding proposals to the Lord of Avernus, then submit those motions requiring His Majesty's personal approval and authorization for his judgment.
But the last full assembly had been only half a year ago. What matter of such importance could have arisen in just six months to demand such solemn and weighty treatment?
Bael, standing to one side, was about to call the agenda as usual when Li Wei signaled him back with a look. Then, gazing at the Blood Color sky beyond the far end of the hall, he bared a mouthful of fangs and said:
"In forty