Demogorgon and Graz'zt's blatant behavior made it clear that the Bottomless Abyss was hostile toward Toril.
Or rather, it had never abandoned the idea of invading Toril, a world that could supply endless malice.
That was why the two Demon Princes were cooperating so openly.
The Abyssal Will had always been such an absurd entity... it wanted Demogorgon and Graz'zt to be enemies, ready to strangle each other at any moment, yet demanded that they take the same side when facing outside foes.
On the surface, at least.
Even if everyone knew they were undermining each other, their backstabbing still had to take place on the same battle line.
It was a little better than Empress Dowager Cixi, at least. The Abyssal Will would still choose to give benefits to its servants rather than an enemy nation.
But for demons, who had always been chaotic and insane, that demand was truly agonizing.
They were enemies they would kill on sight, yet at certain moments, they had to endure the other standing right beside them, neck and heart bobbing within their field of vision... all it would take was reaching out to plunge a blade in.
For a Greater Demon who failed to restrain that urge, even getting a chance to climb the ranks again was a stroke of luck.
Every Demon Lord who held a place in the Abyssal Will's esteem was a fairly good actor... even if they were notorious archfiends of the Chaotic Evil Alignment.
Graz'zt was clearly a much better actor than Demogorgon.
After all, Demogorgon had already been a Demon Prince when he first appeared before others, while Graz'zt had slowly worked his way up from a Greater Demon.
Cunlü held Nanfeng's arm, her face unusually serious. "Darling, you were right when you said I couldn't