Not long after the second day of the tournament concluded, people were still streaming out of the stadium, talking about what they had just watched. One of Breuze's groups watched the crowd from the roof of a building near the stadium.
Their gazes swept over the crowd while one of them occasionally looked at the spherical artifact in his hand.
After waiting for more than an hour, the number of people coming out of the stadium gradually became fewer and fewer until no one emerged from it anymore.
"I think there is nothing here. Let's move on to the other place," one of the men in the group said.
"Hey, guys, I just realized something. Do you see Tyron's group? Their group was supposed to be near ours over there, but now I can't see them," his friend suddenly said as he looked into the distance.
One of his friends, a black-haired man, narrowed his eyes and looked in the same direction.
