Chapter 355: More
Arwin was equally relieved and disappointed to see that neither Olive nor Art’s teams were among the first ten that were selected to participate in the melee. Being forced to fight in the very first round of the tournament, no matter what kind of fight it was, would be nerve wracking.
Though if only one team can advance from these brackets, then the worst case scenario is for the two of them to be in the same melee. I’m relatively sure that shouldn’t happen. Purely statistically speaking, that’s quite unlikely. There are 500 ranked guilds. Even if the Secret Eye only invited half of them, there would be at least 25 different melee rounds. I suspect they invited a whole lot more than just half… so the chances of getting two of my teams in one round is pretty low.
For that matter, a large part of Arwin wondered if he’d recognize anyone. If many of the highest ranked guilds had been invited to the Proving Grounds, then there would be a number of people that might have interacted with him before.
Though… who? Basically everyone I worked with is dead. Unless it’s the upper management of the Guild, I don’t think I’d recognize anyone. That’s just sad.
“Whoa,” Reya said, oblivious to Arwin’s internal monologue. She leaned forward in her chair and peered down at the arena below, where the teams had each taken an equidistant position from each other at the edge of the arena. “Look at them!”
Arwin followed her gaze. Even though there were quite a few people gathered on the arena, it wasn’t hard for him to figure out which group she’d spotted.
While every other team had three people in it, this one only had two. One seemed to be a monk. He wore white robes that had been tied at the wrists and above his ankles, leaving it to hang baggily without getting in the way of any potential movements. The man was bald, the only hair on his face being thick eyebrows that framed calm eyes. He was seemingly unarmed.
His companion was a short woman. Her hair, really more of a fiery mane, nearly completely obscured her face and features. It hung all the way down to her back, and she held a huge staff that was nearly a foot taller than she was with both hands. The tip of the staff was tipped with a dull blue gem. It might have just been the lighting, but Arwin could have sworn the gem was shimmering from within.
“Good chance she’s got a weapon,” Arwin said with a nod.