"I guess this is what we have to do..." Tyrant said with a bitter smile. Even if one of their underlings got the City Lord, at least it would still be theirs, which was better than losing outright to the enemy.
Of course, what he said and what he meant were different. Even in the crucial moment, he still could control the situation. After all, those who want to enter the final area must hold the shards. Who gets the shards is up to him.
In fact, he wasn't selfless. After all the hard work he had done for the City of Eternal Night, he wouldn't do it just to benefit others. Even if he found himself in a desperate situation, forced to let someone else claim the City Lord, he would prioritize someone loyal to him.
As expected, a burst of raucous howling erupted from the walkie-talkie after his command was heard.
Whoever reaches first, gets the City Lord!
