Cruel scenes were playing all across the battleground; friends were killing each other, and many had to make sacrifices to let the strongest among them win.
Just like the werewolves, many others gave up their lives to protect their planets. After one hour had passed, out of forty-seven, forty-five of the participating races or alliances were done; only one person was standing in their region.
Instantly, all of them were teleported back to their seats.
Now only two races remained, who were neither brave enough to sacrifice their lives nor cruel enough to kill others from their race.
They hoped that they would be strong enough to defeat whatever creature came. One of them had formed an alliance, while the other was a single race. The atmosphere all over the place was melancholic and filled with grief; only a very few races seemed unaffected by this.