I Rather Lose A Chance To Have It Than A Breathe The Same Air As You

"Those flower people have really seemed to hate it!" I said as I followed into the second floor. What flower people have done on the floor is vanilla compared to what they did here. Even Sarah's cheeks turned bright red as we entered the room.

The second floor is even bigger than the first floor; it is the size of a standard Tyrants arena, and it is filled with statues of asar race man. 

There are two distinct types of statues here, one that was carved by an asar race man or its people; these statues are lying broken; some of them are intact but had scribbled expletives in a universal language and the foreign one which I could not understand.

The other types of statues are definitely made by the flower people, and their workmanship is even better than the asar race people; they looked very realistic.