The moment news of Solam's awakening spread, the bloodthirsty chaos that had filled the air immediately vanished, leaving everything calm and peaceful. It was as if it had never existed. Xianna and Lanaya were no fools. They knew that someone as domineering as Solam would never tolerate others stirring up trouble on his territory.
Almost the instant Solam awoke, Angron, already overwhelmed with problems, eagerly sent a request for an audience. Although Solam's awakening had settled the situation and made civil war impossible, sides had already formed, and hatred between them had begun to accumulate. The mess had already been made, and only Solam himself could deal with it. Angron did not believe he had any talent for such matters.
When Angron finally entered the throne hall again, Solam was already seated upon his lava throne. Though his wounds had healed, his aura still seemed weak. It appeared that Solam had yet to fully recover from his previous injuries.
As Angron knelt before Solam and recounted what had happened during his coma, Solam seemed entirely uninterested. He sat listlessly on the throne, propping up his chin with one hand, his vacant eyes staring ahead as though lost in thought.
Long after Angron had finished his lengthy account, Solam finally raised his head and said indifferently, "Leman Russ will go with you to handle this. Just tell Leman Russ which idiots caused the most trouble. He'll know what to do."
As had been emphasized before, Solam had never regarded the demons under his command as anything important. His demands of those idiots were low—as long as they did not cause some earth-shattering disaster, they could play however they pleased.
But if they dared to step out of line, Solam would kill them!
He had never intended to play some game of