Although Gareth spoke to the crowd, his words were intended for the others observers who hadn't shown their faces or were peering from the distance.
The place was silent for a while before a few demons stepped forward, their voices trembling with a mixture of fear and sycophantic praise.
"Demon Lord of Envy, Belial.. your commanders are truly unmatched. We bow before their might and envy their power. We have no qualms and accept your rein as the new demon lord from this day forth." they declared, their words laden with both bootlicking flattery and genuine awe.
What a joke, there was no way they would go up and challenge a commander especially after they witnessed the devastating loss of Duke Megera. Their status and reputation was very much precious to them, they had no intentions of throwing it away and become the laughingstock in front of the whole demon world.
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