[I no longer want to know who's the strongest. I just want to know how many cards that room is still hiding.]
[Lucky for us, they're on our side.]
[Who said they're on our side? Do you know them?]
[I don't care. As long as they keep killing monsters so I can survive, that's enough.]
[Fuck. If that tower turns to fire at us, would anyone survive?]
[Stop talking. Just thinking about it gives me chills down my spine.]
In another dim room, Amed suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.
Pwah!
Fresh blood splattered straight onto the surveillance screen, leaving a thick red streak running down to the bottom.
His body staggered.
His two legs went limp, almost collapsing onto the floor.
His already pale face now resembled a corpse even more, his eye sockets sunken, his lips blue-purple, cold sweat pouring out like rain. Blood was no longer just flowing from his nose. Even the corners of his mouth were oozing streaks of dark red.
"Master!" Ryu hurriedly cried out.
