"Those fools, they never questioned why this subterranean space was created in the first place. This prison that used to seal me, seal my kind, will be their fall today. I must thank the kingdom above, and I hope they like my gift".
He lifted a single finger and snapped.
Immediately, all the demons stood in ready, exuding their ferociousness.
"The numbers are still not enough. There are more than a hundred thousand demons sealed here, whose essence has yet to dissipate. Seems like I'll have to make up for the numbers from above."
Astaroth spoke, seemingly unsatisfied.
"Still, I need to thank these humans for spreading such negativity in this subterranean world. The spreading grief, death, and misery intensified our powers. Thanks to that, I was able to hasten my resurrection."
In a good mood, he turned his attention to the last remaining survivors. He didn't say anything; he simply raised his hands as if offering salvation.
