Saelran wasn't going to just sit around.
Sitting at the outer edge of the arena, he had no idea how long he would have to wait before his turn arrived.
Even so, it would still take around twenty minutes for him to exit the massive ancient arena.
The duel between Gareth and Serik that had just ended had truly broadened the spectators' horizons.
As a result, even now, the heated discussions hadn't died down; instead, they grew even louder as people poured out of the arena.
Saelran originally thought he could finally breathe once he left the noisy arena, but the moment he stepped out of the main gate, he found even more people gathered outside.
Of course, these were the people who couldn't get into the arena but were just as eager for the results.
Unlike Serik, who was a noble, Gareth had plenty of supporters among the commoners. After all, this was the first time since the "Royal Tournament" was established that a commoner had defeated a noble!
It might have been embarrassing for the nobles, but for the common folk, it was the complete opposite.
"Look, it's Dewlet!"
Suddenly, a loud shout rose from the crowd.
The next second, the relatively open space around Saelran instantly tightened as people quickly moved aside to create a path.
Dewlet?
Saelran raised an eyebrow and looked toward the figure walking down the cleared path.
A young man with shoulder-length light-blonde hair and a striking red fringe stood out immediately.
He wore a black jacket over a red shirt resembling aristocratic formalwear, paired with black-silver casual trousers. He carried the elegance and calm composure of a noble, waving occasionally to both sides, instantly drawing cheers from the women. A performance that was admittedly a bit flashy.
Azis Von Eindora.
The name flashed through Saelran's mind, and his expression grew more serious. Azis was the captain of Dewlet, one of only two S-rank adventurer teams in the Kingdom of Avendele, and a noble bearing the title "Von"—a knight.
He shifted his gaze to the four figures behind Azis, most likely Dewlet's members.
One was a middle-aged man in silver armor, expression cold, a massive greatsword strapped to his back.
Another was dressed like a mage, he wore light-blue robe, wand hidden beneath the cloak, and clearly male.
The remaining two were also men: one carried a longbow faintly glowing with a dim gray luster, while the last was shorter, dressed plainly with an unremarkable appearance, making it impossible to guess his profession.
Compared to the others, the last two looked unimpressive. But common sense said people like that were often the most dangerous.
Saelran suspected one of them might be a thief, but he wondered whether this was the team's full lineup.
Dewlet was quite the mysterious team even up until the game's end. Aside from Azis, no other members had ever appeared.
Seeing even one of them here was unexpected.
Compared to the others, Saelran was more concerned about Captain Azis Von Eindora himself.
Even though he didn't know the members' exact strength, he could guess they weren't at the Heroic Realm, above level 30.
The only one who posed a real threat was Azis.
Not because he was too strong; in fact, he was the weakest member of his own team.
But he was the true core of Dewlet.
The team existed because of him.
And it wasn't because of his noble status.
It was because Azis Von Eindora possessed a set of Power Armor, roughly level 51!
Thanks to this armor, Azis' relatively weak combat power was forcibly elevated into one of the highest tiers of human fighting capability.
"Power Armor" was something impossible for humans of this world to create. In the game's lore, these were relics of past civilizations.
"A relic of the past…"
Due to hardware limitations, no game could possibly display a world large enough to map an entire planet.
That's why Oblivion Gate only showed the seven kingdoms on a small continent at the western edge of the world.
But based on the full lore, the world actually had seven great continents, and humanity once spread across all of them.
In other words, what players explored was only a tiny fragment of the real world.
According to the lore, the appearance of powerful beings like the creatures from the Nine Gates of Helldusk wasn't unusual. Around 500 years ago, a group known as the Seven Lords of Deadly Sin descended, leaving destruction and miracles still spoken of today. Even further back about 600 years ago, the Six Orthodox Gods, central to human faith, had also directly manifested in the world.
And very likely, many other beings had descended as well, some insignificant, some leaving no major impact, others simply lost to history.
Overall, such entities were generally classified as Outer Gods, beings of extraordinary power beyond human comprehension.
It was very likely that Azis Von Eindora's Power Armor came from one of these groups.
Saelran let his eyelids lower slightly as he pondered.
This was something only Azis would truly know.
Dewlet continued down the path carved through the crowd, followed by several adventurer teams, creating another wave of excitement.
Saelran hoped to see the other S-rank adventurer team, but none appeared.
He didn't recognize any of the teams present, but judging by their attitude, they were probably B-rank or A-rank.
Clearly, the duel between Gareth and Serik had drawn many powerful figures.
"Time to go. My next step is leveling up and establishing my class," Saelran thought as he turned away.
Hmm?
As he turned, his eyes caught sight of the final adventurer team. Only four members, but their appearance was far more striking than the others.
Mohawks.
Each of them had a mohawk with different styles and different colors. Four men. Four mohawks.
The most eye-catching was the man in front: clad in full armor, handsome but expressionless, with a neatly styled jet-black mohawk pointed straight upward like a blade.
Beside him, a cleric in holy robes with a slit reaching mid-thigh, revealing black stockings and boots. His mohawk was a bright, bubblegum pink, tall yet slightly curved backward.
Their collective presence was loud enough to make the crowd who had been ready to disperse turn their heads again.
Saelran recognized them.
"If I remember correctly, they're called the [Four Wind]. No wonder I barely recognized them."
His gaze repeatedly drifted back to the pink-mohawk cleric. Once he noticed the robe's high slit, he felt his eye twitch.
"The fashion in this world is pretty confusing."
"But well… the culture here is heavily influenced by the Six Orthodox Gods or the Seven Lords of Deadly Sin. Their impact runs deep."
The thoughts passed quickly. This team would eventually become S-rank, though clearly not yet.
"Black mohawk… no wonder I didn't recognize him," Saelran muttered while glancing at the armored man.
If one looked closely, the roots of his mohawk faded into a golden gradient. Right, he was originally blonde.
The Kingdom of Avendele was dominated by blondes, so dyeing his hair black for a mohawk naturally made him stand out.
It wasn't impossible that their future rank-up received a tiny boost from their flamboyant style.
Still, knowing they would one day sacrifice themselves to save a city, Saelran felt no inclination to look down on them.