As the atmosphere calmed itself, Lyrian gave Jalern's limp body a kick.
The high noble was sent flying off the platform, as Lyrian turned to face the crowd once again.
However, at that moment, he suddenly felt a warm, familiar feeling within his body.
This slightly threw him off, as he couldn't exactly describe it.
'What this? It's almost as though... someone is thinking of me. Someone dear to me.'
He furrowed his brows, slightly confused. However, he quickly shrugged it off and moved on.
"Who is next?" He exclaimed to the crowd, finding himself looking at Silandra.
She was one of the four leaders of the four waiting room groups, after all.
So, it was only befitting that she fought him next.
She was also the next strongest person in the room that Lyrian could see.
As soon as they made eye contact, Glis stepped forward.
