Orion turned around when he heard the voice and saw that it came from a kid about eighteen years old.
At that moment, he also noticed the group of transmigrators. They were standing among five separate groups, each led by someone he hadn't seen before.
Observing them, Orion realized why Famir had appeared angry when he mentioned them. The situation was more complicated and tense than he had initially understood.
'It seems they joined another group. But it's fine for me.'
He felt that it was better this way. He wouldn't have to worry about them anymore.
As for the one who had just shouted, he belonged to one of the groups standing there.
However, Orion ignored him and turned to look at Vance, who was smiling apologetically for reasons unknown.
"Vance," he called out to him. "Let's go."
Vance nodded and was about to say something to him when another mocking remark sounded before everyone.
