"She finally left."
Aselia's voice echoed in his consciousness, with a clear sense of relief in her tone:
"The pressure just now... was truly unbelievable."
Ron teasingly asked, already knowing the answer, "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"
"What do you think? Faced with a being of that level, any ancient soul would instinctively remain silent."
Aselia's voice carried a hint of self-mockery:
"Even though I've been dead for over ten thousand years, survival instinct is something ingrained deep in the soul."
She paused for a moment, her tone turning pensive:
"However, seeing Cassandra's performance just now, I was reminded of someone."
"Who?"
"The 'Clock King' Erica."
Aselia's voice was filled with admiration:
"The most legendary genius of the Second Era, idolized by all the youth in my time... well, even though I'm a dragon, she was an idol of mine."
Ron could sense the deep respect in her words.
