“Noooooooo!”
Aaaaargh!
A desperate scream rang out. Na Jo-yeon, shrieking as she charged, was hastily restrained by those nearby.
“You son of a bitch! I’ll kill you! No! No, I said no! Shut up! Aagh! No, noooo!”
Beastlike howls continued. Everyone likely felt much the same. With a hardened face, White Bird raised the tip of her spear.
“Say it again.”
Blood ran from where the blade touched, but the enemy showed not a flicker of agitation.
“You heard me… so what sick hobby is it to ask again…?”
“Well. I suppose you’d want to deny it.”
His shoulders shook with a low laugh. Mad Dog lifted his blood-smeared face. Every time he exhaled, blood dripped from the blades stuck all over his body like a hedgehog.
“It’s hard, so I won’t say it twice. If you’ve got eyes, you can see the knives that woman shoved into me, can’t you?”
White Bird’s emotionless gaze stabbed down at him.
She knew Babel’s rankings meant little at the very top—but she hadn’t expected the outcome to divide this cleanly.
“Emptiness itself.”
But he had achieved his…