Can the sadness that magic cannot take away be offset by love?

On the field, Iris observed the two men in confrontation and suddenly asked:

"Do you really want to cooperate with me?"

Liander was stunned for a moment. Although he didn't understand why she asked this, he nodded.

"if not?"

Everyone else is here.

Iris said, "Once Sally and Ernest have decided the winner, it will be everyone else who will be dealt with. They don't care how they end the game—as long as they eliminate everyone except themselves, they will be the final winner."

After pondering for a moment, she looked down at the people below and continued, "The method of actively ending the game is left to us."

Liander recalled the rules of the game: this round of bonus round can only end in two ways - only one player is left on the field, or a player takes the initiative to end the game.

When only one player remains on the field, the bonus game ends immediately and that player becomes the winner of the first exchange game.

The winner of the prize match will be the contestant holding the White Moon Branch at the end of the match. If no contestant has the White Moon Branch at this point, the winner will be the contestant who last touched the prize. If no contestant has touched the White Moon Branch during the match, the winner will be determined by a live draw. The winner's prize will be the White Moon Branch.

The way for the players to end the game on their own initiative is revealed in everything you see before and after entering the 'castle', as well as in the rooms behind several random doors in the tower.

Leander said, "Otherwise, if we stipulate from the outset that the only way to win is to eliminate everyone else, the competition will be less entertaining and less interesting."

He glanced at the two men fighting fiercely overhead and asked in a slightly lowered voice, "What are you going to do? Do you have any ideas?"

Iris blinked and nodded. Liander looked into her eager eyes and almost immediately understood her thoughts—which were also his thoughts.

The two of them looked down at the four people below.

"I have a bow and arrow," said Iris.

Leander understood: "Who goes first?"

Iris sped up and flapped her bee wings, her expression solemn but her movements full of resentment.

Leander looked at her bee-like face, which was practically expressionless, and urged her to calm down. "Ernest is the more abominable one, but the other one has a powerful, charged attack. Wouldn't it be better to deal with it sooner rather than later?"

Iris thought for a moment and said, "But everyone seems to be waiting for her ultimate move. If we target her first, it will be difficult to unite the crowd."

Ernest's previous amplification had eliminated two more players, leaving eight on the field. Those who should have been eliminated by him had already been eliminated. But Sally hadn't, and everyone was hoping she would amplify and eliminate a few more. As long as it wasn't them but someone else who was eliminated, it would be a huge profit.

At this point in the competition, everyone is fighting not only for the final prize, but also for the final survival ranking - the longer you survive, the better your performance, and the more resources you can obtain for the forces behind you. Even if you don’t really get the prize in the end, it doesn’t matter. There is only one prize, and not everyone can get it, but the survival ranking can be won with the help of others.

Now, almost everyone is waiting to borrow the power of Sallystel Wilmington. If we say that we should gather everyone's strength to eliminate her, not everyone may be happy. It is better to point the finger at Ernest - since he has already used up all his power and is of no value to be used by everyone, then let him die quickly. At least without his space magic, everyone can move more freely.

The white bird flapped its wings and thought for a moment. It realized that this made sense, so it nodded to the little bee. It then turned around and pecked out two snow-white feathers from its body. It placed one of them on the little bee's back and instructed, "When we're ready, this feather will get hot. Burn it when you're ready. Someone will cover for you, and then you'll find an opportunity."

Then, under the cover of the fire and cracks, the white bird flew downwards evasively.

The little bee carried Bai Yu and slowly approached the blind spot of Sally and Ernest's vision.