Elimination Exit

[Alain the Carnedge]

The mercenary awoke shortly after that encounter with Jak Mar. Had he died? Alain was too stunned to answer his own question. He could breathe again. Move his right arm. He opened his eyes to find that his clothing had completely reformed, he had no injuries, and the collar was gone. You'd have thought that he'd be relieved that it was finally over but he could only think of one thing: He'd lost.

And so early, too...he frowned. Seemed karma did exist here. He did feel kinda bad about breaking the green guy's limbs, but not enough to seek him out to apologize. On that note, he hoped said green guy wasn't out for his blood now. He sighed. Oh well, he couldn't do anything about it now. The mercenary pulled his hood up. "Now, then..." Alain muttered, taking a look around the Lobby. It was significantly less crowded than before. It seemed most of the reporters got kicked out so the contestants could leave without being hassled. Or they were on their lunch break.

Other than that, there was a simple white gate standing in the middle of the lobby. Judging from how bland it was, he assumed it just led to the white hell. He stifled a yawn and headed on through. Maybe somewhere else had some business. As long as it wasn't the Pale Moors, anything would do.