The situation had instantly turned on its head. Just moments ago, it was the Dark Faction and the Demonic Faction that had the upper hand. They were fighting off several warriors, and the words of what their leaders said stuck in their heads.
As long as each of them could defeat around six other members, then they would be doing their part in the fight. Some of them had defeated more than six and continued with the momentum. It was an easy victory for them, and an easy way to complete the vengeance they had on their minds.
Yet the whole momentum had shifted in the others' favor. All of those they had fought so hard against, using their energy, were now back. The ones they had already defeated were fighting again.
More so, unsure if they could come back again or be revived, they were using this second chance to their fullest. They were fighting knowing full well the fear of death, and even those that were just regular soldiers were doing anything they could to win.
