"Roar!!!" Before Yeenoghu could figure out whether it had been an illusion, Solam—now thirteen meters tall—let out an earthshaking roar and charged at him. Though a great distance still separated them, with Yeenoghu's army in between, Yeenoghu still felt an overwhelming pressure crashing down upon him like a mountain.
Although Solam had grown much larger after transforming, he had not slowed down in the slightest. When he charged into the enemy ranks, he was like a high-speed train plowing into a crowd. Any enemy standing in his path was either smashed to pieces or crushed straight into pulp.
At the same time, the flaming wings of light behind him lashed about like whips. Whoever was struck by those wings burning with golden flames immediately became a blazing lump of charcoal, able only to howl in the fire as they died—or skip the howling altogether and drop dead on the spot.
Yeenoghu was like a middle-aged woman spotting a cockroach, screaming as he retreated again and again while hysterically ordering his subordinates to rush forward and stop Solam! At that moment, boundless terror surged uncontrollably from the depths of his heart.
To Yeenoghu, this feeling was utterly ridiculous! He, Yeenoghu, was not even afraid of Graz'zt or Malcanthet, yet he was afraid of Solam, that perennial weakling? It was absurd!
Yet this incomparably ridiculous emotion truly had seized his entire mind, and he could not even understand why!
Though Yeenoghu's hysteria looked laughable, to his subordinates it was a genuine death sentence. No one dared disobey Yeenoghu's orders, even if they were being ordered to die! Yeenoghu's cruelty and tyranny were beyond anything mortals could imagine.
Thus, under Yeenoghu's harsh urging, the high-ranking infernal gnoll watchers who had originally guarded his safety immediately charged forward. Doresain's Abyssal demonized ghouls were likewise