Asmodeus sat motionless in the dim light of his chamber, the shadows pooling at his feet like thick oil.
He had been thinking for so long he no longer knew how much time had passed. It didn't matter because none of his thoughts brought him closer to a solution.
Bael's traps were already set.
He had set Wards, detection spells, or whatever that anchors themselves to the every walls of the Hell realm.
Bael had made it clear he was using multiple powerful artifacts to support those spells. And Asmodeus knows that Bael only had powerful artifacts.
Asmodeus didn't even need to look to know the realm was sealed tight with those spells. Every inch of magical space likely watched and traced.
There was no way to send a warning to Clyde. Not without tripping something and without drawing suspicion to himself.
He let out a slow tired sigh.
