The deadlock on the battlefield dragged on, with neither side gaining a clear advantage. Every swing of a weapon, every spell cast, was answered with equal brutality. The night echoed with the screams of the fallen, the ground littered with corpses from both armies. Blood painted the earth, and the once-green plains had become a grim graveyard. But amid the chaos, both sides knew that the real battle was just beginning.
Alex observed the battle through gritted teeth. His forces had held strong, but they couldn't sustain this much longer. The players, despite their passion, were no match for the raw power of the Orcs. One by one, they fell under the weight of heavy axes and clubs, their virtual bodies disintegrating into pixels.
Behind the frontlines, players in the online community were growing more vocal:
"Are we just cannon fodder here?"
"What's the point of participating if we just die every two seconds?!"
