After seeing the people in black cloaks, Kaizen covered his head with the hood of his cloak. He knew that no one would recognize him in a place like this, far away from the other players, but he didn't want to risk attracting attention anyway.
The air in the crowd of fighters was heavy, full of sweat and adrenaline, and the deafening noise of their screams echoed into Kaizen's neurons.
This place is more crowded than I thought. Kaizen thought annoyedly, covering his ears with his hands.
People weren't the least bit careful about bumping into each other and pushing each other inadvertently.
This way, it might be hard to find Adohorn, even if he shows up here. I don't even know what he looks like.
