As Belial closed his eyes, his consciousness soared in an instant. As the master of the rules of sloth, he could sense what was happening anywhere sloth existed.
And as creatures of original sin, demons had sloth within them, too.
As his vision brightened, Belial saw a sea of pink mist and heard Mephitican's voice sounding somewhat off. But none of that was what surprised him. What surprised Belial was the trace of his own power within the figure above Mephitican.
As one of the Abyss's foremost schemers, Belial immediately knew that his avatar's disappearance in this universe had been no coincidence. Once he saw the other party clearly, even someone of his temperament could not help feeling a jolt of alarm.
Grete? Wasn't he off handling some secret business for the Abyssal Will?! Why was he here, and why were there traces of my power on him?
Belial did not believe for a second that Grete had the ability to make his avatar vanish so discreetly, without even sending back a single message.
Yet Grete had always followed the Abyssal Will, and the cracks in the shackles on Belial's will could not be faked. For a moment, countless thoughts ran through his mind.
All sorts of conspiracy theories flashed through Belial's mind, but there was one point he could not get around no matter what. Right now, the Abyssal Will, three Demon Emperors, and most of the Demon Sovereigns were confronting the Pantheon in some great world. Belial simply could not understand why the Abyssal Will would provoke a Demon Emperor into rebellion at a time like this.
Ultimately, left with no other choice, Belial decided to go in person. As an ultimate being who had merged with the rules and embarked on the path of infinite transcendence, he