The bloody combat continued for three days and nights.
In Barto Hell, there is no sun. Flames and darkness are everywhere, but as a space symbolizing Lawful Evil, that blood-red sky still follows the cycle of light and dark.
Under round after round of artillery fire, the wasteland in front of the Bronze Fortress had been flattened by several feet, and scorched earth littered the area, filled with the stench of smoke produced by the death of demons.
Despite the Magic Tide's relentless waves, the Hell Legion still stationed in front of the sturdy city walls, maintaining their meticulous organization since ancient times.
The players roamed the battlefield, swarming toward any enemy they spotted with reckless abandon. They were even crazier than the demons and more fearless in the face of death.
