"————"
The room was filled with a tranquil stillness, gradually fading away Shane's earlier calls, which seemed self-directed.
No one responded to Shane's words addressed to the ceiling, and no reactions were garnered, causing a mild awkwardness.
However, Shane did not show any signs of embarrassment; instead, he kept gazing at the ceiling, or rather, as if he was looking through it into some distant, unseen space, he spoke again.
"If you heard that, then call me over. I have a few questions to ask you."
Shane made his requests known.
Clearly, he intended to implement his previous ideas.
In such circumstances, Shane's words still did not elicit any response or trigger any reaction.
Shane was unfazed, simply waiting quietly, as if he were sensing something.
Until a certain moment when Shane felt a stir within and smiled.
"It's coming."
With this murmur, the surrounding space finally began to distort.
