Michael's face turned pale, but was unyielding. He clenched his teeth and didn't issue a sound. His ferocious gaze stared towards Neviar.
Tyrion covered his mouth as he heavily coughed. His eyes turned a little cold at this moment as he stared at Neviar and softly said, "Friend, if you push us too much and if there isn't any path for us, even if I die, I'll drag you along."
Aelira and the rest were startled as they blankly looked at Tyrion. If anyone else said that to Neviar, perhaps they would find it funny. But towards Tyrion, who had just managed to kill Archon, they didn't have that kind of mood.
Along the way, they've seen too much of this youth, who doesn't possess the powerful strength, but the means that he was able to exert could shock others.
