The destruction of the Hunting God's divine field meant that the evil god's greed and wickedness had been utterly crushed upon this battlefield. Almost the instant the divine field shattered, the gnoll brutes who had been howling as they charged the Transians awoke from the frenzy and urge to sacrifice themselves driven by their god.
The bloodlust faded from their eyes, and they stared blankly at everything around them.
When they saw the humans—healed and emboldened by the holy light—grinning viciously as they raised their weapons, even the strongest gnoll warriors instinctively retreated. And when they lifted their heads to look at the armed airships still dropping bombs overhead, the fear in their eyes was impossible to hide.
During the Fourth Black Calamity a hundred years ago, the Hunting God's army had been defeated by the Sangaians' Sun Ships, which bombarded them from the skies. Ever since, the gnolls had been haunted by fear of things that soared through the heavens and brought down celestial fire.
You couldn't expect superstitious gnolls to tell the difference between an armed airship and a Sun Ship. As far as they were concerned, both could bring destruction from above.
On top of that, their grand warlord had been beheaded by the Transians, and their entire position had collapsed. The brutal reality meant that even if the gnolls had wanted to fight after coming to their senses, they could no longer turn the tide. Yet compared to the oppression and terror they felt in their bodies, the blow to their hearts was the more devastating, final punch.
In the past, fanatics could convince themselves that this Black Calamity and all the destruction they had caused were in service of the Hunting God's glory. They could tell themselves that their god had been born to protect