"Mother, do you have any solutions?"
Seeing Ophelia, the Great Angel Leader, retract her hand from the black light, Ilya had some hope.
After a discussion between the siblings, they unanimously decided to invite their own maternal elders to see if they could alleviate the unknown pain their father was experiencing during his slumber.
Ancient Golden Dragons and Ancient Silver Dragons had already come to see, but they were all at a loss for Noah's current problem, only suggesting temporary observation. Now, Ilya's mother, a Blazing Angel from Heaven, was the last hope of the Three Holy Sons.
"This is the purest form of negative emotion."
Ophelia also frowned. No one could leave with a straight face in front of the black light cocoon into which Noah had transformed, especially after personally feeling it. No matter how powerful or resolute a being was, they would feel uncomfortable.
"You don't have any means to dispel or alleviate it either?"
