The crowd, having been able to pick up the sounds as well, were shocked by what they heard. Though, some were more surprised that a young boy would single handedly stare down the entire collection of upper levels from two familias.
The silent, yet painful glare on his face said it all, what he said was the truth, and he felt no fear in staring down his enemy, an enemy who'd committed the unforgivable sin of killing his father.
"Woah! Bell Cranel from Zeus familia? His father, could it be… Alraj! The hero who returned carrying his allies home across the continent! Only to be ganged up on, and eventually cut down by Ottar's very own hands?"
The announcer looked to his god, Ganesha with a look as if demanding a confirmation or denial. Ganesha gave a single nod in the affirmative, the city erupted with various reactions…
Some realized this wasn't violence without evil. This was violence to make the evil pay, in one of the most humiliating ways possible. Worldwide public embarrassment.
"That's a son returning to fight!"
"That boy has more honor in his finger than the entire Freya familia!"
"That boy is more heroic than anything Braver has ever done!"
The adults were making it clear what they thought, and it wasn't just human thought either, all races were expressing similar sentiments freely. It was nearly universal, so much so that those who remained quiet were mostly like that because they were holding onto a legitimate reason for their heroes to have done what they did.
"Mommy, why'd they kill his papa?" A girl asked, tugging on her mother's arm.
"They were evil… And we all missed it." The mother replied.
Similar scenes throughout Orario in particular were playing out, each time there was an obvious pain that lingered in the air.
Perhaps one of the most intense reactions came from those who'd been businesses who'd avidly supported the Zeus and Hera familias. They'd been devastated 8 years ago, but now they knew, nothing good came from them winning at all. There had been no benefit, and that meant, Alraj's sacrifice was made in vain…
"Sure we have the hero Origin Wolf, but he would have come about regardless, the death of his aunt Lyca, even if it had just been her, he would have achieved this strength." A werewolf grumbled from behind the bar counter.
"Cyal, I know that you've been suffering ever since then, but-"
"There's no "but"s about it. I might have never been able to truly act on my own feelings, but that doesn't make my words any less true. Origin Wolf was busy dealing with monsters the likes of which no one else has ever seen. And the ones who were supposed to be the strongest, couldn't even level up one single time in the same time he got 5 level ups. Freya familia, and Loki familia deserve zero respect, Evilus would never have been capable of that without their utter incompetence."
"You're right." Another werewolf sat, then chewed up some of his meal. "I'm glad I didn't join either familia when I arrived here. That Finn guy makes me sick to my stomach."
…
Ottar waited, prepared to fight as he stared down the all too familiar look of the boy in front of him. His eyes narrowed as he sensed it.
"Finn, this boy, he's strong."
The wide eyes all the executives made, was a single priceless moment in the middle of the action. War games were filled with an abundance of danger, but they had Ottar, a level 7, surely that would be enough…
"Do you mean he's strong for us, or you?"
"You."
"Then you deal with Alise, I'll come up with something to kill him."
"No, I need to fight him myself."
"Why's that?"
"You wouldn't understand."
What began was a pure one on one confrontation Bell level 5, versus Ottar level 7. At first thought, there wouldn't be a question who'd win this fight. However, this wasn't simply a matter of math. Ottar was weaker than he could be at level 7, while Bell was much stronger as a level 5 than most… In all reality, Bell without buffs would have been around a new level 6 in power, now though, he was actually closer to the middle of level 7.
The clash between the two forces was also, not even close to standard, Bell had been training to work his size into his attacks, as an absolute advantage over the opponent. He'd dodge powerful swings of Ottar's blades, from the left, and from the right, then from above.
Bell bobbed and weaved around Ottar like a highly mobile rabbit. Ottar's left arm had soon been covered in enough gashes, he could no longer hold both swords. Bell leaped back from the melee, obviously covered in sweat, and just in time too, because his buff had finally run out.
"HOW?! How did you kill him?! You're not strong enough to do it!"
"I was given a complete, and full heal by my familia's best healer. It was me, at full power, against a completely exhausted Alraj. There… there was no honor in it."
Bell's face contorted into one of fury…
"YOU…" A hand was placed on the young Bell's shoulder. "Huh?" He turned around to see Alise smiling at him, it was a kind one to him, but one that forcibly held back every single bit of anger beneath the surface, it was here he changed how he would address her. "Aunty Alise?"
"You did good, Bell. But the buff is gone now. There's plenty of others responsible for the crime of murdering Alraj. Why don't you leave the big idiot to me this time?"
Bell looked down at his trembling hand, and nearly broken weapons. Once he looked up again, the rest of the Astraea familia's side had arrived, surrounding the enemy forces.
"Rivera!" Finn reacted right away, however, it was a bit too late for there to be an easy go of it…
Despite that, Riveria began her chant. Alise exploded forward, Ottar moved, barely managing to keep her back.
"You're quite annoying, Ottar."