He was disorientated as he woke. The uproar in the arena didn't help the case, he felt his head was about to split in half if he dared to even move. But he dared, his hand raised to rub his eyes that seemed to be seeing in a blurred vision.
He rubbed them a lot, perfect vision only returned to one of his eyes. He looked around, he was surrounded by a mob of very unhappy players. All expressing their frustrations at the same time.
Most of them have played games similar to this one, and they've been part of guild wars before. The way these ones were held were nothing close to what they were used to.
They'd strategised according to their past information of other games, only to be halted by a long, impossible to climb wall. Telling them they knew nothing.
'What the hell happened anyway?' Kiro tried to search his mind to fill the blanks that had took residence in his mind. Nothing came to him.
Ding!
