The Balor and the Marilith began speaking in Abyssal.
Pan Long knew no Abyssal, nor did he have knowledge of the planes or the Abyss. He truly could not understand a word they said, much less guess what they were discussing.
Whatever it was, it could not be good.
He was in no hurry to attack. The two strongest fighters in High Gate DiColia were probably right here. The rabble outside was hardly worth worrying about; he only needed to stay on guard.
The two high-ranking demons did not talk for long—perhaps three or five sentences. Then the Marilith, disguised as a human, stepped back and gave the Balor center stage.
From her relaxed expression, she was probably letting the Balor lead the attack and probe more of Pan Long's hidden strengths.
A look of displeasure crossed the Balor's hideous face. It gave a cold snort and strode toward Pan Long.
At the same time, the Hellfire Demon and Arrow Demon stopped their relentless attacks.
In the half-destroyed hall, only the Balor's heavy footsteps echoed.
Pan Long smiled.
He would bet that the moment he and the Balor began fighting, the Arrow Demon, the Hellfire Demon, and the Succubus would all launch sneak attacks.
Even... the Marilith might join in.
A warrior's pride? A one-on-one duel? Perhaps elsewhere. But in the Abyss, against demons, who would still believe in that?
Friend, before you're born again, remember to drink a potion that's good for your brain...
How could creatures of chaotic evil possess such fine virtues?
Even lawful evil devils would not necessarily agree to a duel. Lawful evil meant "use the rules to profit whenever possible"; more precisely, "if it isn't forbidden, I can do whatever I want."
Unspoken rules? Unless a contract was written in black and white and