The island's central area, the battleground for the main battle, was in complete chaos, with ceaseless explosions, the tumultuous cries of players, and the scorched ground bearing the scars of various elements and rampant destruction.
The grim remnants of fallen players lay among the destroyed ground, silent witnesses to the fierce struggle that had unfolded.
The group of players that initially numbered over a hundred and fifty were now reduced to no more than sixty, and even among them, a third were on their last leg and would be killed in a matter of few seconds.
As much as the players prided themselves in their collective strength, they realized that killing the Quetzalcoatl was far from an option because even with all the sacrifice and efforts, only 19% of the creature's health was down.
