Just as the True Depravitas immersed themselves in their respective pursuits—each striving to forge a miracle of their own—a solemn discussion was unfolding in the Ninth Layer of Hell.
In a hidden location, concealed even from the keenest infernal senses, Beelzebub and Baal faced one another.
Their expressions were complicated.
Both were recalling the words of that strange alien entity—the emissary of the so-called Master.
"Do you truly believe we can rely on their information?" Beelzebub asked, his sharp eyes narrowing slightly. "Their knowledge may be nothing more than bait."
Baal remained silent for several moments, weighing the implications before giving a slow nod.
"If the information is false, we will know before we commit too deeply," he replied evenly. "And if that happens, we can retreat. I do not believe they would orchestrate such an elaborate approach merely to waste our time."
