Graemory wanted to act immediately but she knew she couldn't be reckless at times like this. Hell realm was already on alert. If she made a sudden move that didn't align with the actions of the other Demon Kings, she would stand out like a sore thumb. That was the last thing she needed, to become the center of attention.
So instead, she waited. Waited for the right moment to make contact with Clyde. And in the meantime, she gave the appearance of mobilizing just like everyone else.
Within hours of Bael's departure, her orders were carried out. Her army assembled in the vast stone yard beneath the shimmering dome that marked the boundary of her domain.
Legionnaires in jagged armor stood in formation, silent and expectant.
Graemory stepped forward. Her presence was imposing as their rule. She was wearing crimson robe that flowing behind her, her wings folded with deliberate grace.
She looked over the crowd of soldiers, thousands of eyes watching and waiting for her to speak.
