When the elves were added to the fray, Neatwit became sure that victory was only a matter of time.
Already, the vampires and the elites were fighting on two ends, sandwiching the demons and the werewolves from both ends, but it only got exponentially worse for the enemy when the elves joined the fight too.
Assured that nothing could go wrong anymore, Neatwit dropped his role as the guildmaster and picked up his favourite role as the level grinder as he decided to make most of the minutes between now and when the enemy surrendered to further his exp grind.
To make matters even better, Satan's disc was suddenly shattered in the distance, making the entire light faction army burst out into deafening cheers.
The demon's that he was facing had fear of death etched into their eyes as many seemed convinced at this point that they were fighting for a lost cause, making their moves more centred around self preservation than mounting an assault.
