In his towering werewolf form, Derek surveyed the incoming pillars with a furrowed brow, a deep frown etched across his snarling visage. His voice, now resonating with a commanding boom, addressed Sol in a thunderous tone,
"I will initiate the attack. I expect you to follow up."
The three-headed Cerberus nodded in silent agreement, understanding Derek's plan.
Closing his eyes, Derek steeled himself, the tension in the air palpable as the encroaching pillars drew nearer. With every passing moment, his anticipation surged, channeling the latent power coursing within him. As the pillars loomed within fifty meters, Derek's eyes snapped open, revealing an intense, dangerous dark green flash that emanated raw power.
Drawing upon the formidable energy of the ancestral tyrant wolf, Derek unleashed a deafening roar that echoed throughout the hall.
Ancestral tyrant wolf: Tyrant call!