With the utterance of this meaningful sentence, Cassandra's figure began to turn transparent, eventually disappearing completely into the air.
The room returned to silence, but the atmosphere was even more oppressive than before.
Eve slumped in the chair, her face pale as paper.
Franka remained kneeling on the ground, her body trembling uncontrollably.
"Let's end today's conversation here."
Ron said calmly, carefully storing the experimental data left by Cassandra into the spatial bag:
"I need time to digest this new information, especially the part about the origin of the preserved species' bloodline."
Eve nodded numbly, her gaze hollow.
Franka still did not stand up, seeming to have lost all strength.
......
Night fell again on the Central Lands, Ron stood alone on the workshop's rooftop, with intricate astrological instruments set before him.
The starry sky was exceptionally clear tonight, those distant stars shimmered coldly like diamonds.
