But still no response.
"Ancestor! Regarding Eve's treatment plan, I need your opinion!"
Her voice became urgent, even tinged with a hint of pleading.
As a bloodline heir of the Crown Clan, she deeply knew that the King of Absurdity possessed wisdom and power beyond the understanding of ordinary people.
Eve's symptoms of Demon Devouring involved a rebound on the level of laws, and without the support of a Witch King-level being, any treatment attempt might end in tragedy.
The void remained deathly silent.
Cassandra felt a surge of anger rising in her chest, and she continued to call out, her voice growing louder:
"And the opening rights of the treasury! If the treatment succeeds, should the clan's texts be opened to Ron? These all require your decision!"
Time ticked by, and the flesh on the altar began to emit a burnt smell from over-activation.
But that great being, as if it never existed, ignored her calls.
Cassandra's patience finally reached its limit.
