In the comfort of their castle, Draco and Eva checked upon the rest of the Tower. The two had expected to see some commotion, yet all that awaited them was eery silence. When their VoP passed over the various houses of the other, they were left speechless.
The other fellows, from Gavin guy, all the way down to the last person, were lying on their beds with dead fish eyes, life seemingly no longer worth living. The sheer energy of defeatism almost strong enough to infect the White-Haired Duo and make them want to give up on everything.
After all, Draco and Eva had reached Floor 41 by scoring perfects all the way.
How could anyone keep their sanity in such a situation? Heck, even if they would magically perfect every floor from this moment on, there was no way to catch up to the duo, so what was the point of even trying...