Stop Surviving, Follower, You Godless Demon Fanatic!

[Teleporting all participants, congratulations on your victory!]

[Winners: Sora, Lilith, Chosen and... Follower.]

Stark's eyes widened as he saw that.

The brilliant light of teleportation enveloped Stark, Sora and Lilith, transporting them from the battleground to the bustling capital of Fellarburg.

The moment Stark appeared, the square erupted with gasps, shouts, and frantic whispers.

"HOLY SHIT!"

"That's them?! Chosen?!"

"WHAT?!"

Cameras flashed in quick succession, capturing the trio as they stood amidst the chaos.

Stark stood unmoving, his gaze locked onto the ground.

His usually sharp eyes were wide and unfocused, his pupils trembling with the weight of the name he had seen on the panel.

Follower.

How had he survived? Stark clenched his fists, his thoughts spiraling into a chaotic whirlpool.

Was it another trick?

That aura of his… it felt familiar. Could it be?