"Wait... waiting for someone? What does that mean?" The act of waiting seemed completely out of character for Abyssal Demons. Satoru's brow furrowed deeper, confusion evident in every line of his face. "Can this really be true?"
Guano, watching his disciple's bewilderment, understood the reaction perfectly. The revelation had hit him like a bolt from the blue when he'd first realized it himself.
"I understand your skepticism, but I believe this might be the truth. If these were Abyssal Demons under the Abyssal Lord's command, they'd be in precise battle formations, either defensive or offensive. But look at them - scattered chaotically despite their numbers, showing none of the usual organization we'd expect from led forces. And stranger still, such a massive gathering of wild demons, yet they haven't launched a single attack. They just... watch the rift. As if waiting for something..."