Sid was caught completely off guard. The fist coming at him sent him stumbling backward, and a thread of hot blood immediately ran from his nose.
He looked up and was astonished to see someone who absolutely should not have been there.
"Byron? Why haven't you left the tower yet?"
"Byron?" Even Kongsha was surprised. She stepped down from the Teleportation Platform and discreetly kicked Thor, who was lying on the ground.
"Mm." Faced with their questions, Byron simply nodded.
Well, asking him wasn't going to help.
Sid immediately realized he'd been ambushed from both sides. There was no escaping.
He was ruthless to others, and ruthless to himself, too.
He actually raised his hand and smashed the sculpture he was holding hard against the wall.
Byron and Kongsha stared at the sculpture, their expressions changing at once.
The fragile Elf Sculpture split in two as soon as it struck the wall.
Its head fell off and rolled away.
The sculpture was only a finger's width thick, hollow in the middle, and held nothing inside.
And yet, it seemed to contain something.
As the sculpture shattered, the Corpse Room fell completely silent.
"You... You're insane!" Even Kongsha lost her seductive air and glared at Sid viciously.
"Mm? What?!" Byron finally realized what Sid was holding, and his brow furrowed deeply.
The hand Sid had wrapped around the remaining half of the sculpture instantly withered, aging until it looked like the hand of a man in his eighties or nineties.
Hunched over, his chest heaving, he darted his gaze between Kongsha and Byron.
"When you ambushed me, I knew there was no making peace today. If that's the case, then we can all go down together!"
Sid raised the sculpture and walked toward Kongsha.
Kongsha's eyes rolled wildly. In the end,