He could not help but grit his teeth; the damn bastard had turned the entire table against them. The damn sea creatures, which were supposed to eliminate the other side by now, ended up becoming their own enemy. The creatures that climbed onto that side of the wall did so out of the desire to survive.
The creatures that were attacking them were the exact opposite; these things were attacking them out of spite and fury, out of vengeance. So, even if the poisons or the two divisions of seekers managed to kill some or even many of them, they would not stop, and would continue attacking them nonstop. The situation looked bleak for them. His expression turned ugly at what that bastard actually planned.