CHAPTER 838
The Umbrafell leaders, watching the entire event unfold from the North booth, displayed a wide array of shifting expressions ranging from genuine shock and amusement to confusion and even awe for those valiantly struggling against the powerful figures of the Aetherian faction.
At that time, Rivock had just secured a hard-fought victory, and the leaders present nodded with quiet, solemn acknowledgement of his achievement.
Firstly, it was no small feat to defeat a warrior an entire stage above one's own, and secondly, to do so against his own brother added a layer of psychological grit that they respected.
The primary reason for their amusement, however, was simply that they were enjoying the spectacle.
For countless years, the three major factions of this world had been at each other's throats, pushing and poking one another in search of any excuse for a large-scale conflict so they could finally eradicate their rivals.
