Half an hour passed, with Astaroth's party throwing the war's balance out the window, before a roar so powerful and primal shook the battlefield, causing everyone and everything to freeze.
Astaroth felt his soul shiver inside himself, the tidbit of soul corruption he had lingering in there reacting to the roar. Whatever had roared elicited a primal and instinctual reaction from anything evil.
And it wasn't a faint reaction on the demons' end.
All the demons on the battlefield suddenly howled in unison, as to answer the roar's call, and their eyes shone bright red.
Astaroth felt a pulse of mana brush through the battlefield.
Once.
Twice.
And again a third time.
As this happened, the demons suddenly reorganized themselves slowly while battling their enemies. It was like someone had just taken control of them and was guiding them from a bird's-eye view.
"What the fuck is going on? Did we go after these low-level officers for naught?" he mumbled.
