"...It did have a bit of the flavor of the Blood War..."
Ever since traces of the gods had officially been discovered.
More and more ambitious adventurers, along with believers under the gods' command who sought to come to their rescue.
Had all arrived one after another with remarkable tacit understanding.
And as a force with an exceedingly strong presence, the Gith Army's conduct of cutting down men when they met men and cutting down gods when they met gods continued steadily.
As beings empowered by Orsaga's related abilities.
The act of cutting people down truly enabled them to grow stronger at an extraordinary rate!
Even though, most of the time, that increase in strength was only temporary, it was still something incomparably precious, making them especially suited to the atmosphere of war!
At present, although their numbers had inevitably declined compared to when they had first entered the fray, with heavy casualties forcing many Gith to withdraw.
Their overall strength, under their snowballing offensive, had risen rather than fallen!
They were becoming increasingly troublesome!
Besides that.
At some unknown point, all kinds of figures from the Nine-Layered Hell and the Bottomless Abyss had also descended upon this place from every direction like bloodthirsty sharks that had scented blood, unable to wait any longer.
Chaos, madness, cruelty, greed...
Under those fellows' interference.
All manner of negative emotions and blood directly dyed the pale snowfield in countless hues.
Colors both beautiful and bewitching.
Driving the many combatants ever further into madness!
And it was precisely because of this that the opening sigh of this chapter had come about.
Such a meat grinder.
Was truly a relatively rare sight in this plane.
The Blood War formed by Abyss Demons and Hell Devils was the most representative example: a kind of intensified reaction