Arnold remained silent for a moment, and Cole did not press further, because the Shelter Lord's silence was already an answer in itself.
The event had ended under emergency conditions, but rankings were still rankings, and if the system had not erased them, the result could not be ignored.
"Record him as the winner for now," Arnold said while looking at the dead dragon's body, his voice leaving no room for argument. "If the higher office says otherwise, they can overturn it themselves."
Cole nodded once. "Understood."
Approximately 20 minutes later, Zich returned to the shelter, and the first thing he noticed was the noise.
Several players had gathered near the entrance hall, speaking in low voices while looking toward the direction of the battlefield. Some were injured, some were still covered in dirt, and others had returned so fast that they had not even taken off their hunting gear.
