All nine heads shrieked simultaneously, each one processing different sources of pain as demons attacked from beneath.
The creature tried to shake off its attackers. Still, more demons were already climbing onto its body from the corpse pile, using the Hydra's own bulk as a platform to reach previously inaccessible areas.
The eastern quadrant of the demon army closed in, adding their numbers to the assault. The encirclement became a crushing vice of malicious intent.
But the Hydra was Disaster-class for a reason.
Three of its heads dove toward demons attacking its underbelly, jaws snapping closed with enough force to bisect Dread-rank creatures in single bites.
Two more heads released gouts of acidic breath that melted through demon flesh like water through paper.
The remaining four heads focused on creating space, using their mass and strength to throw off attackers.
Demons died.
Dozens of them in the first thirty seconds of engagement.
