As soon as the commentator mentioned Mongrel, the feed changed to the image of a menacing figure in black armor calmly walking through the forest, the blade of the infamous odachi resting on its shoulder. The lightless pits of the demonic mask's eyes stared directly into the camera, as if there was nothing but darkness beneath it.
As soon as Mongrel appeared on the screens, the chat exploded.
"YES! It's Mongrel!"
"Hail to the Lord!"
"Huh? Who is Mongrel?"
"...You mean hail to the LADY?"
Dimi laughed.
"Ah, yes. This guy. Well, Mongrel is a really impressive fighter, but the results may not be as predictable as everyone thinks. Every year, the same thing happens — at the later stages of the tournament, two distinct groups clash. One is the Dreamscape elites, and the other is newcomers attracted by the rewards. Historically, the newcomers tend to do better."
He sighed and shook his head.