"Based on the information I've gathered, since Zariel became the new Archduke of Avernus, the Blood War has entered a new peak. The main forces of Barto Hell are now invading the Abyss, a situation that has not occurred in thousands of years." Lancelot touched his nose. "The fiercer the fighting, the greater the demand for new recruits. These hags must have made a fortune..."
"Perhaps." The Lord of the Dead nodded his silver mask indifferently, turning to look at the rather puzzled Soveris beside him. "These matters have little to do with you. What matters most is defeating Peyton Derrick to lift the curse from this land completely."
"Yes, great Lord of the Dead." The brown-haired elf lowered his head respectfully to the deity. "Please help us!"