Everything had calmed down; the outsiders were no longer as angry.
But then someone pointed toward the seeded group.
"Isn't that the person with the eight-star rating? Why is he there?"
They hadn't really paid much attention to him before, too focused on the spectacle of the seeded participants, especially with a captivating woman by his side.
He had blended into the background, his presence almost unnoticeable next to the Arcane Sage.
"Wait, how did he get a seeded position?" another one exclaimed.
"I thought only people from Eryx could get those spots," a female wolfkin muttered, glancing at the others for confirmation. "He's supposed to be here with us,"
Their eyes darted between Asher and the other seeded participants, their brows furrowing in confusion.
They all thought the same thing. His presence there was a mistake, an anomaly that didn't fit into the usual structure of the tournament.
