The moment Avrox spoke the last words, the hall turned silent. Arctaurus and Gelford were one thing but even Vargel and the others wore an expression full of shock.
Why would they not after all, there was not a single demon who did not know about the Fate Game.
"A Fate Game?" Arctaurus arched an eyebrow. "You mean to suggest a joint effort between our factions, to crush him together?"
"Exactly," Avrox nodded "The rules of the Fateful Game are more efficient than fighting individually. With the two of you, the Blood Moon faction and the Iron Crown, we could crush the demon earl with ease".
Gelford furrowed his brow, weighing Avrox's suggestion carefully. The Fate Game, an ancient tool too catastrophic and devastating to be invoked lightly. There was a reason why it remained dormant, inactive and rarely enacted even in the brutal world of demon nobles.