The lengthy stalemate was torturous for everyone. It was also a constant cycle of offensive and defensive maneuvers. The attackers could not make a breakthrough, but they didn't stop advancing. The defenders struggled greatly but never gave up.
You attack, I defend; the Dark Force and Igor's group seemed to have formed a tacit understanding, constantly going back and forth, neither side showing any signs of tiring.
The Dark Force could naturally afford to hold out; it had existed for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, so it wouldn't be disoriented by this mere repetition. But Igor and his companions were different. Even if some among them had bodies of iron and resilient spirits, how could they possibly outlast the passage of time?
This wasn't like a true war where, upon reaching a certain level of exhaustion, both sides could call a truce for a while to recuperate. This was utterly a continuous battle, offering not a single chance to breathe.
