The humans.
More specifically, the human geniuses from the Valora Continent.
They stood scattered throughout the hall—some gathered in small groups, others standing alone—but when Max entered the arena, all eyes turned toward him in stunned silence.
"…Wait a second," one whispered, his eyes wide. "Isn't that… Max?"
"Max Morgan?" another asked, voice hushed in disbelief. "I thought he was dead."
"Same here. I heard he disappeared months ago. No word. Not a trace."
"No, you guys weren't there. But I saw it. He was snapped out existence by Mark."
"And now he's here…" one of them muttered, eyes locking onto Max's figure in the arena. "Fighting a Level 3 Seeker Rank demon with Level 1 Adept Rank strength… That's madness. Or courage."
"Both," someone else said, a slow smile creeping across his face. "But that's Max for you."
Excitement rippled through their ranks.
