The teleportation gate from the core area of the Crystal Tower slowly closed, and Ron felt a sense of relief emanating from his chest.
It was as if an invisible burden had finally been lifted from his shoulders, allowing him to breathe freely again.
"Finally, I'm out!"
Aselia's voice resonated in his consciousness, tinged with palpable relief:
"I've suspected there was something wrong with that plan for a long time! Cedric's fanaticism in his eyes is identical to those Wizards corrupted by the Abyss back in the day."
"Exiting now is definitely the wisest choice. Trust me, a dragon's intuition never errs in these matters."
Ron secretly chuckled in his heart.
Just now in the conference room, Aselia hadn't dared to breathe too loudly, but now, she's playing armchair critic.
Yet, he understood this reaction—it's Aselia's way of comforting him, proving that his choice was the right one.
"But..."
Suddenly, Aselia's tone turned to worry:
