Nearly everyone turned, some getting a feeling of déjà vu.
At the far end of the arena, near the exit archway, a man stood trembling, pointing straight at Xenos, fury burning through the exhaustion on his face.
"...huh?"
Xenos blinked.
"Do I know you?"
And that only enraged the man further.
"YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME?!"
The crowd went dead silent for a heartbeat, waiting for Xenos's response.
"Well, yes... It literally is, isn't it?"
Again, he somehow said the worst thing one could say in that situation.
"YOU KILLED MY SON! MY INNOCENT SON!"
Ah, so that was why he was so mad.
Xenos had almost forgotten about Ephialtes.
Was he going to have to kill the father, too?
"Please, if you have grievances, wait for the Disciples to leave the arena first."
Lothar interrupted before it could get any worse.
He didn't want the crowd's mood to be ruined; this was all for entertainment after all.
So what came after were footsteps, the surviving Disciples leaving in uneven lines.
