The Adventurers started dispersing outside the arena. Most of them were ecstatic to move on, but some of them weren't as excited as the others.
"We're still too weak."
"We couldn't even move to an island."
"I lost all hope now."
…
Elliot looked around and felt pity to those guilds. He knows that everyone has the capabilities to get stronger, but not everyone has the right opportunity to do so.
He was lucky enough to have found The Manual and become a member of Azure Scorch, but for the others, they weren't as lucky as him. They needed to get stronger on their own, building everything from scratch.
The arena started to disperse, the islands vanishing as the white cloaked people around the cylinder forcefield deactivated their magic. With one last look at the arena, Elliot sighed and walk with his friends.
