"Aerith vs. the remaining Normal Races."
"What…? Wait, no!"
"Yes."
"Don't do this!"
A large majority of the people left in the banquet hall were of the normal races, and suffice it to say… those that had eyes were all looking at Aerith. Their eyes were filled with a sense of fear that none of them really thought they would feel today.
Each and every one of them were individually handpicked by each of their civilizations—most of them thinking that they would be bringing glory to their people just by showing their prowess against the other races. They were not that dumb; they might have joined Jakol in instigating and softly trying to intimidate the higher races, but most of them knew that they were categorized higher than them in the first place.
They already knew they were just appetizers to the main course, they knew they were going to lose, and it didn't matter. What mattered to them was how.
How they were going to lose.
