A woman as dazzling as Phoenix was like a firefly in the darkness wherever she went—so distinct, so outstanding. Her presence completely overshadowed Solam's. No matter how special the Well of Darkness was, it was still part of the Abyss. The jailers of the Well of Darkness harbored an exceptional hatred for creatures like angels.
On top of that, Phoenix vented all the frustration she had suffered from Solam on those poor jailers. As a result, nearly everyone's attention was drawn to the blazing divine envoy, allowing Solam to retreat at his leisure.
Only after Solam had hidden far away did he release the Shadow Demon in a secluded corner and begin interrogating him.
The Shadow Demon was quite straightforward, spilling every detail about why his group had come to the Well of Darkness. Not all demons were brainless fools; quite a few knew how to read the situation.
It turned out that the group of demons Solam had seen earlier had been gathered by this very Shadow Demon. Their purpose was simple: they hoped to free their master—the Demon Lord of Torture and Bloodletting, Lazbral'thull.
Lazbral'thull: the Demon Lord of Torture and Bloodletting, once renowned for his cruel schemes stretching from the Prime Material Plane to the Abyss. Before being bound within this demon prison, this mad killer had slain three demon lords who opposed him, including Malgarius, the Demon Tree. Even now, his furious screams rose from the black liquid, like the ancient echo of waves within a seashell.
Within the Well of Darkness, every prisoner who had not completely lost their mind sought that elusive hope. Lazbral'thull was merely one of those deluded dreamers. These demons often sought help from outside by every possible means—through threats or temptation. In short, they would offer everything they possessed for