"Arrgh!" another disciple screamed as he picked up his sword.
...clank... crack...
The blade shattered in his hands, moments before a SEIDE killed him , sucking him dry. More outer disciples charged, desperation in their eyes. Each fought fiercely, driven by the hope of seeing their loved ones again, putting their lives on the line.
From a distance, the elite disciples, inner disciples, and even personal disciples watched as the outer disciples, newly joined, fought with everything they had. Most if not all have loved ones outside.. they fight not because they think they can win but they fight all because they had someone out there —Someone waiting for them to return , to come and save them.
The sky rained SEIDES. One after another, disciples fell, their screams merging with the chaotic sounds of battle.
