Although Graz'zt had no choice but to hold out as a stubborn holdover in devil-occupied territory, he did not dislike the feeling. He could clearly sense that whenever the demon army under his command repelled the devils, he himself received a tiny sliver of power bestowed by the Will of the Abyss. Though these gains seemed insignificant, Graz'zt was still overjoyed.
After all, for an existence at his level, the difficulty of increasing one's strength was far beyond anyone's imagination. At least for Graz'zt himself, his power had not changed in thousands of years. For a time, he had believed that he had reached the utmost limit he could ever attain.
That feeling had left Graz'zt deeply frustrated, especially after the Five Great Powers emerged together. He became even more despondent as he watched his old rivals Malcanthet and Demogorgon continue to grow stronger while he remained stuck in place. It made him feel that his lifelong goal—the hegemony of the Abyss—was drifting ever farther away.
The loss of Abyssal hegemony and the growth of his mortal enemies both left Graz'zt bitterly disappointed and frustrated—and doubly so!
But now, the Blood War had given him hope! How could Graz'zt not be delighted?
As for the losses suffered in the Blood War, Graz'zt had no time to care about such things. No matter what, the Abyss would always be a world where the strong reigned supreme. As long as his own power increased, he would never lack subordinates!
While Graz'zt happily played a game of attack and defense with the devils, the other giants could no longer remain idle.
The first to act was Obox-ob. This first-generation Demon Prince was unquestionably unparalleled in the Abyss when it came to familiarity with and study of the Will of the Abyss. Back when