We people from both sides stood opposite each other, with only one thought in mind whether the Battle will continue or not.
The wills that had swept over us may seem like taken hours of our time, but the Wills had swept over the battlefield for barely an hour.
The unconsciousness had given most people some time to rest, and now they are in better condition than before for the fight.
We all waited for the decision, just one order, and we will fight. We will have to fight whether we wanted or not.
When I look above, I saw hundreds of Golden and silver elites Grimm Monsters standing in the lead of Nine Grimm Monsters, in nine I could see the Foxman that cloaked in the Green Smoke and I still feel a shudder when I looked at that green smoke.
That Green Gas is terror, just one faint whip of it made me reach the gates of the underworld. I can't imagine what my condition would be if I take the full breadth of that Green smoke.
