As the Alpha Legion rose in secret, Demogorgon quelled the chaos under his command at an unimaginable speed. Many big shots who had escaped from the Well of Darkness either fled Demogorgon's sphere of influence or submitted in exchange for Demogorgon's support for their rule.
Demogorgon's string of moves left the other big shots dumbfounded, because this was not his usual style. Investigations by the various lords revealed that Demogorgon had handled the matter with masterful finesse—sowing discord, spreading lies, arranging assassinations, forging alliances, coercing and enticing others, and all manner of subtle tactics! It was not that Demogorgon could not scheme. On the contrary, he was one of the multiverse's most renowned masterminds. But his chaotic nature usually left him without the patience for such slow, painstaking tricks. With absolute strength on his side, brute force alone could solve most problems, so why bother thinking so hard?
It was precisely this unfathomable skill that filled everyone with dread. In the past, Demogorgon's power might have driven people to despair, but his personality made many demon lords who fancied themselves clever believe he was not invincible. After all, even when Demogorgon had been at the height of his power, hadn't he still been schemed to death by a mere succubus queen? Being able to fight was not frightening. What was truly terrifying was someone who could both fight head-on and scheme from the shadows.
Thus, Demogorgon's stock kept soaring throughout the Abyss. If the Abyss were a stock market, Demogorgon's shares would already have hit the daily limit.
In short, no one noticed that another force had intervened. Though the Alpha Legion had rendered outstanding service, it was as if they had never existed. Demogorgon was very satisfied with this, and Solam was equally pleased.
Of course Solam was pleased.