Although our battle against Conservation had been won with zero losses on our side, with our fighting style, it had taken quite long. More than one week had already passed, and as the information on the first major Holy War battle's location spread, I figured that the Mortal Plane was probably in a tremendous commotion.
I slowly walked around on the streets of the city of Bloody Arena in the 137th level. I was rather curious about the sights here. This was my first time visiting this relatively famous city.
Over the past few days, we hadn't gone out of our hotel except to the wasteland. Only now did I have the time to enjoy the sights. Bloody Arena? Such a strange name for a city.
A human ran past me. A flying axe followed him, slicing off his head. Ah, he died.
A Berserker Demon ran past me. A fallen angel chased after him. The Berserker Demon's head was sliced off. Ah, he died.
