More interestingly, Malcanthet had received this intelligence from Graz'zt first. That was right—her own subordinates had failed to deliver such vital information to her in time, while the spy she had planted in Graz'zt's palace had sent it directly to her instead.
"I have received word that Graz'zt has returned to the Silver Palace and has begun planning countermeasures with his lackeys. His army is gathering and advancing toward the Gaping Maw. It seems he intends to test the waters. What do you think we should do?"
That was right, Graz'zt could no longer sit still. His army truly was on its way to the Gaping Maw.
Speaking of which, Graz'zt was truly unlucky. He had the finest lineage, the greatest talent, and the best environment. He possessed every quality needed to become a Demon Prince! As the handsome, wealthy elite among demons, he had been favored by everyone the moment he emerged.
When Graz'zt first rose to prominence, he gathered a huge number of followers in a very short time and prepared to launch his assault on the pinnacle of the Abyss.
But at that moment, he gained a formidable rival—the Lord of the Undead, Orcus! This demon, whose path through life was almost the complete opposite of Graz'zt's, competed fiercely with him. Nearly every demon believed that the title of "Demon Prince" would fall to one of the two.
Graz'zt himself believed so as well.
However, while Orcus and Graz'zt fought until their heads were bloodied over that honor, from some forgotten, damp layer of the Abyss, a strange and hideous shadow stepped onto the stage.
No one had been prepared when that ugly demon suddenly appeared. Thus, by the time he proclaimed himself the "Demon Prince," no one could stop him. Twelve of the most powerful Tanar'ri