Every assault became more and more tragic. Zuline and her group were doing their best to heal the wounded but the intensity of the fights changed drastically. The gods were desperate to see the same fighters coming back again and again, and due to that, their methods were much more barbaric.
Both camps were stuck in their positions. The battle was raging and no matter what, allies and enemies were keeping it. The dwarves' canons were shooting constantly, illuminating the sky with explosions. At the same time, the angels were spreading the fire of the sun to every night creature they could catch.
The demon legion was reduced from half its number and the queen was totally enraged. The air of the world was hardly breathable and the temperature was rising significantly. If it was a definition for a world reserved for demons and damned, that would be this one. It was the perfect representation of the human's hell.
