"BURN THEM DOWN!"
The riot ignited.
It was an absolute, breathtaking tidal wave of human and NPC vengeance. Millions of unarmed, naked prisoners suddenly became a heavily armed, psychotic mob. They didn't care about strategy. They didn't care about taking damage. They had literally been tortured for eternity; a hit from a magma axe meant absolutely nothing to them anymore.
They swarmed the Tartarus Daemons like a colony of rabid fire ants attacking a beetle.
CLANG! SMASH!
A Level 85 Daemon swung its massive executioner's axe, cutting down twenty players in a single swipe. But before the Daemon could recover its stance, three hundred more players leaped onto its back. They jammed iron swords into the monster's glowing yellow eyes. They fired kinetic rifles point-blank into its molten joints.
