The nameless priest suddenly felt a surge of terror rise from the depths of his heart. He had known from the start that Solam was an extremely dangerous figure, but he had only been wary of him, not afraid. Otherwise, he would never have dared plot against Solam.
But the Solam before him now felt worlds apart from the one before. Instinctive fear kept growing within him. For a moment, he had been ready to flee at all costs. He no longer feared punishment from within the Church of Bane; even his fear of Bane himself had been crushed to the limit. After all, no matter how terrifying Bane was, he would not appear right before him. But Solam's terror was right there in front of him!
Unfortunately, perhaps because he was too terrified, his body could not move at all, as if he had been struck by a Hold Person command! His mind was perfectly clear, and he kept issuing commands to his body, but his body kept resisting them. Simply put, his legs had gone weak with fear.
Even though he knew he had to run, his body simply would not obey him.
This was pressure that came from the soul. Do not forget that Solam had once been a Demon Overlord! (A title used for beings stronger than ordinary Demon Lords but not yet at the level of Demon Princes.)
Solam's past adventures had brought him more than just increased strength. More importantly, they had broadened his horizons and elevated him. No matter how strong the old Solam had been, he had only been an adventurer. But after being tempered by the Abyss, Solam's bearing was no longer limited to that of an adventurer who stirred up trouble wherever he went. There was a saying for it: