Entering Apocalypse in Easy-Mode-Chapter 484: Planted Bait

After Bael was gone, Graemory remained standing before the door, her hand still resting on the handle.

Her brows were furrowed, her expression looking into the distant as a strange unease settled deep in her chest.

"Is that true? Did they really already find Clyde?" the thought crawled into her mind like frost, making her anxious. "If that’s true, then I need to meet him soon... I have to tell him."

She clenched her jaw, then let out a slow breath.

"Calm down, Graemory. Nothing is certain yet." Her gaze flicked to the empty hallway outside the door. "Bael said he ’had a feeling’—but that’s not proof. Clyde has stayed hidden for this long. For him to suddenly get caught... it doesn’t make sense. I have to search for the truth first."

With that, she turned away from the door and walked back to the table.

Her wine sat forgotten there, the deep red liquid catching the last flickers of the candlelight. Without hesitation, she picked it up and drained the glass in a single gulp.

She left her chamber and strode purposefully through the corridors of her palace until he arrived at the sealed doors of her personal laboratory.

With a whispered incantation, the glyphs adorning the threshold flickered and the doors slid open.

Inside, her scholars and mages were hard at work. The air was thick with magical energy, scrolls hovered midair, and crystalline vials pulsed faintly with unfamiliar light.

The moment she entered, all eyes turned toward her.

"Give me report," she said simply, walking toward the central worktable.

A tall, hooded scholar bowed slightly. "We’re still analyzing the black substance and the fragment from the inner Black Wall, your grace. But... there’s no breakthrough yet."

Graemory’s expression didn’t change, but she gestured for him to continue.

"The black substance doesn’t correspond to any known matter in our reality," he said. "It resists all classification. "It’s still alien after all this long. We suspect it originates from outside the known structure of our cosmos. But... We don’t have anymore explanations for this."

Another scholar—a woman in layered robes and silver-rimmed lenses—added, "Every time we try to measure its essence, it rejects contact. Some of our instruments even fail. We... Froce to believe that it comes from a realm where natural law itself is different."

Graemory folded her arms. She know the truth but she will still make them work.

"Keep working. Prioritize containment and mapping. I want report on its potential effects on this domain stability."

There were nods all around. Then, as the discussion lulled, Graemory let her tone grow slightly more casual.

"And... while you’re all here. Has there been any new information about the anomalies? Any whispers, sightings, anything I haven’t heard yet?"

There was a brief silence. Some exchanged glances.

Then the scholar woman spoke again, more cautiously this time. "There was something. A friend of mine—she’s working in Bael’s domain—sent me a message two days ago. She said that she heard theu may have located one of the anomalies. King Bael is preparing preliminary attack group who was start mobilizing. But she wasn’t sure. She said the information was... fragmented."

Graemory’s eyes narrowed slightly, though her tone remained level. "Where?"

"She didn’t say. Only that Bael’s and the other Demon King who knows."

Graemory gave a slight nod. "That will be all."

She turned on her heels and exited the lab without another word, the doors closing behind her with a hiss.

Once in the corridor, her pace slowed.

"So it’s maybe true..." she thought, her eyes dark. "They’ve really found him. And if that’s true, I don’t have much time."

The flame of urgency now burned in her chest. The noose was tightening. If Bael and the others moved before her everything could fall apart.

"I have to act soon."

She disappeared into the shadowed halls of her domain.

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Bael stepped into the grand, obsidian hall of his palace that carved from the bones of extinct monsters. The heavy silence of the throne room greeted him.

He ascended the black steps to his throne and sat down slowly, the stone beneath him groaning as if bearing the weight of his thoughts.

He let out a long, slow breath, and a rare, satisfied smile touched his lips.

"Now... we just need to wait," Bael muttered to himself.

Everything was in motion now.

He had planted bait in several corners of Hell realm. Asmodeus was one of them. He was a reckless brute with too much pride and too little patience. Bael suspected him not because of cleverness but because the man’s indulgence made him easy to manipulate.

If Asmodeus realized he was being watched, he would explode with fury. He would roar, threaten, perhaps even challenge Bael to battle.

But Bael didn’t care about that right now.

This was beyond personal pride now. The existence of a traitor among the high ranks was an infection and Bael would carve it out.

Then there was Graemory.

She was different. Subtle and could be dangerous in silence. She was always scheming and watching. Bael never fully trusted her and he wouldn’t risk letting her vanish into the shadows unchecked. That’s why he marked her too.

He had eyes on her movements and planted spies deep among her domain.

So now, he waited.

Time was thinning—he could feel it like the pressure of a coming storm.

The Celestials were still licking their wounds after their losses.

But Bael had already given quiet orders to his inner generals that they should prepare silently without broadcasting their movement even to the other Kings.

It was fortunate— and crucial—that Morvius had come to him first. If anyone else had learned of that sighting first—if that news had reached the wrong ears—the anomaly might have slipped through their fingers again.

But now Bael was confident they were close.

He leaned back, the shadows swallowing the glint of his eyes.

The game had entered its final stage. Bael can only hope that he will be able to kill tha anomaly with his own hands.

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