In the sky, the translucent large and small gears gradually disappeared, leaving only a small gray door slightly ajar.
The pair of cunning eyes within the door slit remained fixed on Ronan, seemingly eager for what was about to unfold through its manipulation.
"Before breaking free, try to grasp it first..."
Ronan stared at the slowly fading small text in mid-air, momentarily dazed.
Indeed, he seemed to have always overlooked this point.
He was very resentful of the "new prophet" manipulating everything from behind the scenes, trying to escape the arrangement, but forgetting to first prove—he had the ability to overturn the table.
Thus, he ultimately did not escape the "calculation" of the other party, being forcibly pulled into the third stage of the trial by Casimodo's hand, becoming the target of all.
"You are right."
Ronan's expression calmed down, looking at the gray stone in his hand, he nodded slightly, "So... as you wish."
