As the timer counted down the number of beasts entering the central region only ever increased. Whilst many were slain during the vicious battle that was taking place under the glittering branches, the influx of combatants ensured that the war never stagnated.
As the timer dropped below 30 minutes a dragon with obsidian scales rose from her rest, around her various beasts also rose. Eager to follow their leader into the inevitable fray.
The beasts that had been infected by the madness of the fruits raged, their unbridled ferocity acting as an unofficial third force in this final act. For whilst they seemed to fight everything, they would somehow never battle each other and simply pass the other infected by to instead attack anything else.
Their were a few stand out combatants present.
