The matter was actually very simple: Solam's people had gotten into a fight with Malcanthet's people.
This sort of thing was exceedingly common among demons. These creatures took pleasure in slaughter, and fighting came as naturally to them as breathing—even a daily, hourly necessity. The restless violence in their nature simply could not be calmed.
Normally, it would have been nothing. Just a fight, a few deaths. Forget Solam—even Malcanthet, as the host, would not have cared. If every demon lord cared about such things, they would spend every day doing nothing but dealing with endless petty bullshit.
But this time was different. This time, things had escalated.
The disturbance from the battle had not only been felt throughout the entire Heart of Rending, but the casualties had also exceeded a thousand...
A "brawl" on this scale could hardly be ignored.
The cause and effect were simple. It had all started because of trouble caused by Solam's son, the Wolf Lord Leman Russ.
As Solam's most unruly son, Leman Russ had been far more troublesome than his two older brothers from the moment he was born. To keep him from tearing down the house, Solam had sent him off from the start to form his own legion.
Back then, Solam had not expected the brat to build anything resembling a proper force. He merely wanted Leman Russ to have something to do, rather than loaf around all day causing trouble. So he had not allocated him any decent resources at all, simply letting him muddle through however he liked.
Yet this free-range approach had produced unexpected results.
Leman Russ was unlike his brother Sanguinius. He was not particularly strict with his subordinates. In fact, beyond obeying him and obeying Solam, he had no special demands of them.
The demons welcomed