Aito was too greedy. If any moderators knew what was going on in his mind, they would laugh at his greediness to grow more powerful despite being in the process of already leveling up.
Thus, Aito started to resolve himself to the inevitable. To accept his own powerlessness in front of the adversity, and relied again on his most trusted weapon, his wit that was telling him he couldn't make it out alive without any real substantial power.
Something a common level up will never be able to provide.
Despite that, he searched for a possible way out of this mess and again came across Ogoro's blurry eyes. In those, he could see himself, even with the distance. Contemplating his failure to keep his word, and feeling Ogoro's current strongest emotion, the black challenger himself started to be swept by despair.
***
A few moments ago.
"I can remember that moment as I was watching from the side. If there were any turning points in his time in the Tower, let it be said that it was during the Lunar Eclipse. Let it be said that despite falling twice, he rose thrice, never to give up. Let it be said that it was the moment he truly became The Black Challenger."
Extract from "Yggradil Chronicles, The Woodcutter of Iris" by Roan the Merchant.