Dante, the Hero Ranked existence from the eastern camp, locked gazes with Gabriel. The two held each other's stare for several full minutes, with no one saying anything, each carefully observing and studying the other.
The fight was momentarily paused. The players and natives of their world exhaled in relief when they saw who was standing at the entrance of the camp.
Some of them even burst out in tears, while a few finally collapsed. They had been forcing themselves to fight, and now that Sir Broken was here, the little strength they had left vanished like smoke.
Among all of them, Sniperbowlegend was the happiest. Dante had been just about to come for him. With his extremely low mana points and weak close range combat ability, if that had happened, he would have been spawn killed, losing several levels instantly.
"You... you must be the one in charge of this camp, I am right?" Dante eventually spoke after minutes of tense silence.
