In a world of chaos, the flow of time was rather variable.
Sometimes, the tempo was swift and upbeat.
Other times, it was painfully slow and gruesome.
Blades cut through armor, flesh and bones.
Spells scourged the skin, turning people into mounds of burning and decaying flesh.
Reality itself shook as the armies of humans and Devils clashed over and over again right at the edge of the spiraling abyssal chasms.
As a mage, Steve had the liberty of observing it all as he muttered and chucked his spells forward.
The groove has already become slick with blood and corpses, both from Devils and Humans.
Of all the large Beastmen wielding tower shields, only Floki and a few others were still alive. That line has already been broken a long time ago.
Because of this, humans were forced to constantly retreat until the battle line had been stretched across the edge of the chasms.
It wouldn't be an understatement to say that they were stuck between a rock and a hard place.
