In the back, Sarah sat in an intricate medical chair in a daze as she saw Varian step out of the space crack.
"The winner is me."
"…." She opened her mouth in shock and then forgot to close it. Her injuries were still there, but quickly recovering or she'd have stood up as well.
At first, she thought it was the prank of a powerful psychic. But with Anna around, who would dare to that?
That means this was definitely not an illusion.
'Have I gone mad?' She thought.
'It just makes no sense.' Her brain concluded.
"It just makes no sense."
A high awakener spoke up, breaking the silence. With that, everyone also voiced their opinions.
"He's still a level 5, right?"
"Or is he hiding even more strength?"
"He can't win. There's absolutely something shady."
"Yes! To think the General Evander, the host will use such despicable methods. I'm truly disappointed."