The demons of Hellmond knelt before Frey.
Not through force.
Not through fear.
But through the power of a single Great One.
Disbelief spread plainly across the faces of the Upper Demons.
The same astonishment appeared on Maskith's face as he finally revealed himself after the battle had ended.
The Great Earth's ability had proven to be anything but ordinary.
Its power was so overwhelming that it had cast an entire race into a perfect illusion.
The Great One himself looked even paler than usual, clear evidence of the tremendous strain he had placed upon himself.
That much was only natural.
The number of minds he had manipulated was simply staggering.
Even so...
He had completed the task flawlessly.
Exactly as Frey had intended.
Looking into the eyes of the kneeling demons, Frey saw something unmistakable.
Genuine loyalty.
Turning toward the Great Earth with quiet curiosity, he finally asked,
