Having his hand raised as the crowd showered him in praise as did the confetti, he reunited with his friends outside the colosseum. As soon as he entered the halls, he was jumped by both twins–
"Woah…" He reacted, though with a bit of exhaustion.
Astrid and Otto both embraced him, though somehow while the mage was more expelling her worry, the archer was utterly excited in the victory.
"You're a champ! Seriously!" Otto said.
"Uuuee…I was worried," Astrid sighed.
After some assurance, he managed to free himself from their grasp with a laugh. While his companions shared in the triumph with him, he couldn't help but feel the question gnawing at the back of his mind: "What happened beneath the arena?"
"Noah?" Otto called out, looking at him.
"You've been blanking out a bit. Are you alright?" Astrid asked.
"Well, it's not surprising. That Sylvan was a tough opponent–you're probably worn out," Rain theorized with a light exhale.
