"Alright. You just stand to the side and watch," Caelan said, turning his head to Alyssa.
Alyssa lowered her head, her hand gripping the lance so tightly her fingers ached.
Once upon a time, she had been so high-spirited—slaying monsters freely under countless gazes and waves of praise.
But inside [Killing Grounds], she could only be dead weight.
That crushing gap nearly made her truly crack.
"I'm sorry… it's my fault. I'm too weak."
…
Meanwhile, outside [Killing Grounds], awakeners from various races had also joined the spectators.
The moment they sensed Alyssa's strength, they couldn't help mocking her.
"Human awakeners really are getting weaker and weaker."
"Isn't Alyssa your Ironclad Legion's goddess? That's it? Her performance is worse than some random passerby!"
"And that passerby beside her isn't anything special either. His sword fundamentals are solid, sure—but there's nothing distinctive!"
