A little while later, on the floor of the corridor—
"Cough! Cough! I'm… I'm gonna die."
I squatted on the ground, dripping nosebleed all over and drenched head to toe in sweat, gasping raggedly. My lungs felt like someone had stuffed them with burning steel wool.
When I turned my head slightly, I saw the corridor, now no different from a battlefield.
And right in the middle of it… were heaps of debris that used to be the Guardians. Stone arms here, a shattered head there, and enough gravel to pave a road.
A sour taste rose in my mouth, and my vision swam.
-Hey! Hit him! I said, hit him!
Thirty minutes had passed since I'd started telling them to kill each other.
Though calling it thirty minutes sounded simple, in reality, I'd been in a situation where even a single blow would have smashed my head like a melon. I had danced between falling pillars of stone, baiting attacks, slipping through gaps no wider than my chest.
