Outside Lord Bern's attic, Edmirs and his few small followers suddenly collapsed without any warning, these Circus elites just perished.
These elites vanished until the end without understanding exactly what force had crushed them.
Especially Edmirs, who had just taken over the entire Circus, hadn't even adapted to the new situation before fading away, which is truly a pity.
Yet inside the attic, Lord Bern didn't show much regret. To him, these subordinates were just rubbish; he didn't care for them at all. Now there was even a hint of a mocking smile on his face, as if the demise of these subordinates was entirely within his expectation.
"Trash should play its role as trash!" Lord Bern slowly stood up from the recliner, still holding a fragment.
He opened his hand, letting that fragment slip from his palm to the ground.
Crackling, the fragment resonated momentarily with its companions on the ground.
