Though frustrated, Solam still had to solve the problem. Now he finally understood why the will of the Abyss had treated him like its own son. From the very beginning, Solam had belonged to the Abyss. He had been sacrificed to it!
But wasn't this sacrifice a little too rogue? There hadn't been any procedures at all, and yet he had been sacrificed just like that? Wasn't that far too hasty?
But reality was just this unfair. Once Solam had appeared in the Abyss, he had, in a sense, become part of it—an inseparable part. Though the will of the Abyss possessed no independent consciousness, it still had the instinct to look after its own.
Of course, that also meant that if Solam failed to meet the will of the Abyss's expectations, what awaited him would be far more terrifying than death!
And what did the will of the Abyss expect? There could only be one answer—Demon Prince!
Bechard told him that if Solam wanted to escape the will of the Abyss's punishment, he had to become a Demon Prince and help the Abyss turn the tide in the Blood War! If he failed, heh, he could imagine the consequences himself. Bechard certainly didn't know.
Faced with such a shameless clause, Solam had nearly exploded on the spot. Becoming a Demon Prince was already absurd enough, but he also had to reverse the Abyss's situation in the Blood War? Did that damn will of the Abyss have any idea just how dominant the devils were now?
To put it this way, back in Demogorgon's era, the number of devils had probably been only half of what it was now. After so many years, through the devils' unceasing efforts, the number of souls flowing into Hell had continued to rise steadily,