From up above, Tristan could see hundreds of thousands of creatures from different races fighting against each other right in front of the formerly beautiful Caerleon City gates.
The lands, once brown-dry and cracked, were now like a sea of reddish brown mud. It even looked red from some angles, as blood kept spewing out from the downed enemies as the seconds goes on.
Those with power still resisted the enemies with all their might, while those who were weaker have reached their limits.
Even though the orcs, with their massive bodies and dark green skin, were easy to tell apart compared to the human and human-like figures, the elves, humans, and barbarians seemed to blur into one sea of confusion.
It was difficult to tell which one are enemies, and which one are friends.
Tristan closed his eyes and used Katra to search for those he could recognize from afar. Within a few seconds, he managed to find them.
