"I'm not 'prone to mischief', I'm just making the world a better place!" Surely that's all! And Erichthonios is extremely dubious about that goal too, it sounded precisely as suspicious as the rest of it.

He crosses his arms over his chest as PicoDevimon climbs back out of his sleeve and works on reclaiming his lost perch. "I haven't. Plenty of these digimon folk, and a remarkable number of other species that look a bit familiar but are rather small. The longer we are here the more certain I am that the cry for aid did not in fact come from Abyssos at all. Although this level of creation magics upon the corridors is technically possible, it seems unusually excessive and I've seen none of the interred creations I would expect."

One hand untucks to make a small, indefinite gesture. "This 'digital world' is also not part of Pandaemonium, as it is a closed system and this seems not to be." His tone turns a little bleak. "I pray my fellows will not pay unduly for our haste in answering the call without more thorough investigation, it may take a little time before your allies realize you've gone missing and step in to see to Pandaemonium themselves."