The army prepared for it's final clash, potions were distributed and arms were maintained.
No monster, Demon, Undead or failed Abomination attacked during this time as if giving them the time to prepare.
The army was healed to the best of the supporters capabilities, they ate what may be their final meals. A bold bunch went to vent their carnal pleasures not wanting to die without having a taste whereas some just wanted to indulge.
All in all they all came to terms with what would maybe be their final fights.
A few hours passed and the dark faction army was before them, they were surrounded with nowhere to go or flee to, but this didn't worry the light faction army after all they never had a plan to flee.
No words were exchanged from either army or their ranks they al broke into a mad charge, no formations were planned, no tactics were devised it was pure combat where strength reigns supreme.
