The only thing Hill could think of was that both of them had prepared to go to war with Toril and the Undead.
The Undead who became enemies were absolutely not the same people as the Undead of this world, and it was even less likely that they would see how they behaved in daily life.
Fortunately, for the Undead, endless fighting in one world would not affect their cooperation in another.
Seeing each other in Toril and immediately fighting did not mean they could not sit together and drink tea in this world.
The Demon Princes had probably gotten plenty of insider information from Rose... after all, she was the one who had been entangled with the Undead across several worlds.
Most powerful Gods might have found such chaotic relationships impossible to accept, but Abyssal Demons certainly had no problem with them.
Compared to the Devils, who could not immediately figure out which side they ought to stand on, Greater Demons were quite capable of adapting to this way of getting along, where a change of location meant a change of attitude.
The Bottomless Abyss had long trained their willpower and ability to adapt.
As for the Undead, whether NPCs could be fought was never something they got to decide in the first place.
Thinking of this, Hill could not help pursing his lips... It had only been a few years! Was Toril's Path of Fate about to begin again?
Though Demogorgon and Graz'zt were full of bad intentions, neither had the sort of personality that meticulously arranged every detail of a plan.
Basically, once they settled on a goal, they charged toward it... as for whether they might suddenly change direction halfway through, that did not really matter.
In the end, it was still what they wanted to