Critically injured, yet a god was a god.
Once the combined might of Lightbringer, Nimrel, Star-Spring, Ruinweaver, and Faerunian transcedents started knocking out Beast Nation transcendents, the ancient god opened his eyes.
He was barely conscious, not even fully aware of the situation, but his instincts warned him of the imminent threat, and the god of beasts returned to his most natural state.
Primal rage.
He cared for nothing anymore; his survival instincts took over all voices inside. The Beast God unleashed the full might of his physical form. It was even a step above what he had unleashed before Illuminator, Nimrel, and Nerenis.
Even the combined might of the three most powerful primordial gods, and even that abomination Lightbringer, fell short against the most divine of the Beasts. Still, it wasn't completely one-sided like before. There was a chance. A tiny window of opportunity, but opportunity it was.
