Moments later the island became littered with blood and corpses. It was truly a gory sight. The world had not seen this kind of war in ages. The greenery of the island had turned to a shade of brown, while the sand below their feet was no longer white but crimson. The Island had now become a site of chaos. It had turned into a stage of a devastating war between the creators and the created.
The air had a heavy stench of blood and gore in it. The warriors were trying their best to effectively wipe out the ancient human army. It was safe to say that, Hercules' army had succumbed to bloodlust and are recklessly charging towards the warriors with only the aim to kill everyone. They had no concern for the carnage around them. As a result, even though the warriors outnumbered the ancient human, they were still losing more people. Most of the blood on the beach was of their comrades and not the enemies.
