War raged outside, but Solam's side remained peaceful. Except for the war against the Great Abyss, which had never ceased.
Ever since Solam had suffered consecutive crushing defeats at the hands of Graz'zt and Obox-ob, he had practically vanished from the Abyss's news pages. For two whole years, few had heard any news of him.
Had Solam's fourth son not appeared in the defense of Shendilavri last time, many would have suspected that the once peerless Balor King had already fallen.
But even though Solam had kept a low profile, no one dared set their sights on him.
For one thing, aside from a very small number of informed people, most of the Abyss had automatically placed Solam in Malcanthet's camp. He was considered one of the five major factions, and with Malcanthet backing him, no blind idiot would come looking for trouble with Solam.
For another, over the past two years, the entire Abyss had been thrown into turmoil by the emergence of the five major factions. The five giants had all been gathering allies and courting undecided figures. Other than those self-righteous hardliners who suffered for it, the demon lords who had chosen their camps early on were instead the most peaceful bunch. After all, the five major factions were still building up their strength. Before the final showdown, their direct subordinates, who had gathered around the Five Elders early on, would not be touched.
The Five Elders of the Abyss themselves knew that provoking the other side's direct subordinates at this time could easily trigger a chain of uncontrollable consequences. Thus, they tacitly targeted those fence-sitters instead, maintaining a cautious attitude toward each other's core followers.
Wasn't even the most insane Obox-ob no longer looking for trouble with Solam?
Speaking of Obox-ob, he had to be mentioned.