A moment later, Garion stepped down onto the plateau.
Behind him, the disciples of God Gym followed one by one.
The group walked down calmly, spreading slightly behind Garion.
Compared to the massive armies gathered on the plateau, their number looked… very small.
Only around thirty people.
The surrounding factions immediately noticed. Murmurs spread through the gathered warriors.
"…That's it?"
"Only thirty?"
"Is this a joke?"
Sorien walked forward quickly, clearly surprised.
When he reached Garion, he looked behind him again just to make sure he was seeing correctly.
His eyebrows lifted. "Garion…"
He lowered his voice slightly. "How can you bring so few people?"
He pointed behind Garion. "Only thirty?"
Sorien shook his head. "Are you kidding me?"
He gestured toward the other armies around them. "Other factions brought at least thousands of fighters."
Garion only smirked.
He casually placed his hands in his pockets. "Relax, Sorien. These people…"
