In the dark, oppressive meeting hall of the demon lords, the five Demon Lords sat in council.
An ethereal projection, a wisp of corrupted energy, floated in the center of their bone table, replaying a scene of chaotic power.
It showed the figure of Edgar, locked in a brutal duel with a masked God.
"Edgar is fighting Cosmos?" Deimos's voice was a low hum, his usual calm replaced by a flicker of genuine surprise.
He watched the report, sent by a lesser demon god who was observing the battle from a safe distance.
"He is not just fighting, Deimos," Beelzebub rumbled, his voice a low growl in hunger "He is winning. That little toy of yours, the one you've been so interested in, he may break before he is even fully developed."
"Do we stop Edgar?" Phobos rasped, the hundred terrified faces swirling in his shadowy form all turning to look at their leader.
Deimos watched the projection, his gaze unreadable. He saw Sunny's brilliant counter-attack.
