Getting Help

As Erik walked through the pristine hallways leading out of the arena, his footfall reverberated gently. The muffled hum of talks taking place further away became steadily more audible, eventually developing into a vibrant mixture of cheers and active dialogue.

As he got closer to the door, he started to pick up pieces of other people's conversations, including praise for his accomplishments, praise for his name, and passionate debates over his strategies.

Pausing briefly, he rested against the cool corridor wall. "Of course," he whispered to himself, reflecting on the recent events in the guild hall. The buzz around him was expected.

Even with his face concealed by a mask and hood, his actions made a lasting impression. He was troubled by the knowledge that he had become the center of attention in the arena.