A fire burned at one place, while lightning struck another. Steel clashed against each other, swords against swords, spears against shields, arrows against armor.
Demons and humans had started fighting against each other once the battering ram destroyed the gates. To not let the demons get into the city, the humans had to come out.
Once the humans were out, the archers were forced off of their stations as well, since the chance of friendly fire would be quite high in such an all-out war.
Ning was glad. While he was looking at war, one with both sides fighting to the death, it wasn't horrible like real wars.
For one, there were no cries of pain and despair, as the pain was not something the players could feel, and despair was something that the NPCs were simply not programmed to feel.
There was no blood as anyone that was attacked just took damage to their HP or got inflicted with a status.
