Didn't expect to meet friends here, after all, there are quite a few people on the Blood Battle Battlefield, and large groups are dying every moment.
Aryan nodded at an Elf Ranger dressed in high elf style light armor, meticulously examining a Demon skull inscription. The other recognized him and returned the gesture with restraint, "Captain Aryan. It seems the excitement at the Blood Pit has even stirred 'home'."
After exchanging pleasantries with the acquaintance.
Aryan and his companions exchanged glances, all noticing the astonishment in each other's eyes.
Quite simple.
The status of these acquaintances was off.
Of course, it's not about them being possessed or influenced, but their emotions had become positive.
Those who knew them were all old hands, having fought on the Blood Battle Battlefield for at least twenty years.
Having fought for so many years without dying, their hearts had long turned cold and hard.
