Soon, the smoke finally started to clear from the arena.
Breaths of the hunters in the room had hitched for a while, anticipating the result of the last match.
Silas's eyes were also fixated on the arena. He was leaning forward, his hands crossed, and his chin supported under his chin.
The smoke had finally cleared, but some of it was still left. There was only one figure that was standing inside the arena, but it was still difficult to figure out who it was.
The announcer's voice came out loud from the speakers. "Looks like there's only one of them standing, soon we'll get to know who our winner actually is."
Silas sighed as his hand slid to Ragnar's head and he patted him slightly. "Whom do you think won, Ragnar?" He muttered under his breath.
Ragnar looked at Silas as he tapped his thigh and howled slightly.
He got confused as he scratched the back of his neck. "System, I think you have to help me understand what he said."
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[Yes, Host. Let me help the idiot you.]
