"You thought I would let you have the advantage all the time? Too naive!"
......
Meanwhile, in the ritual room.
When Uther informed Ron that he had chosen the "Wisdom Triangle."
And that the last star to communicate with was the "Star of the Observer," Cassandra’s expression became as gloomy as water.
Her violet eyes reflected worry, and her right hand unconsciously clenched into a fist.
"Star of the Observer..."
The witch softly repeated the name, her voice tinged with palpable disdain.
Uther noticed the student’s unusual reaction, his apparition turning towards her:
"Cassandra? Do you know something?"
"When I was ascending from Moon Level to Dark Sun Level, I needed to light up a multitude of stars in the Consciousness Space..."
Cassandra’s voice grew somewhat dry:
"So, I also attempted to establish a connection with the ’Wisdom Triangle.’ The first two stars were fairly friendly and offered me some assistance."
As she spoke, the disdain in her eyes became more pronounced:
"But the Star of the Observer... when it sensed the certain aura budding around me, it did not show me any goodwill."
"What kind of trial did it give you?"
Gould asked with keen interest, the ancient coin in his hand ceasing to spin.
"The harshest trial."
Cassandra’s voice grew heavier, as if recalling a nightmare she was reluctant to revisit:
"It directly extracted from my memory... the most troublesome opponent in my heart at that time."
She looked at Uther, stammering slightly:
"Master, it simulated a weakened version of you.
Though far from your true strength, the accuracy of that fighting style... was terrifyingly perfect."
Uther’s apparition flickered slightly, evidently surprised to become the student’s opponent:
"My simulation? That indeed... would be rather tricky."
"More than just tricky."
Cassandra shook her head with a bitter smile:
"Master, your fighting style is already extremely comprehensive, with balanced offense and defense, virtually without an obvious weakness.
Moreover, the Star of the Observer’s simulation accuracy is exceedingly high, perfectly replicating even some of your subtle habits."
She took a deep breath: "Throughout the battle, I was nearly suppressed, unable to find a chance to win. Finally..."
"What happened at the end?" Selena’s tentacles squirmed uneasily.
"In the end, I lost." Cassandra could only admit:
"The Star of the Observer, after my defeat, mocked me venomously, then unceremoniously expelled me from its Consciousness Domain."
She spoke with some humiliation:
"It said I ’was unworthy of the power of wisdom,’ was a ’failure blinded by ambition.’"
"So you ultimately chose another constellation?" The single eye of the Eye of Observation turned to her.
"Yes, I turned to establish a link with the ’War Triangle.’
Cassandra nodded: "Although the ability obtained was not what I wanted, at least I successfully created the link."
Hearing this recollection, the Great Wizards present all felt the pressure.
"This means..." Gould stroked his beard:
"Ron might now be facing some unimaginable terrifying trial?"
"Very possible worse than my experience." Cassandra said with some unease:
"The Star of the Observer adjusts the difficulty of trials based on the potential of the challenger, and Ron’s talent..."
"Mother, I believe the master can pass the trial."
Eve suddenly spoke, her voice weak yet unusually firm.
A defiant expression appeared on the girl’s pale face:
"If even the master can’t pass, then who can truly master the power of the ’Star Eater’s Ravings’?"
"The little girl is right." Alexander’s translucent body flickered slightly:
"Moreover, we can’t help now; we can only choose to trust that young man."
Lance also nodded in agreement:
"According to ancient records, the Star of the Observer, though strict, is not unreasonable."
The single eye of the Eye of Observation lingered on Ron in the center of the array for a long time:
"The key is, we have no safe way to interrupt now. Once the star connection is established, only the challenger can decide the outcome."
Just then, Ron’s body began to tremble violently in the center of the array, sweat beads forming densely on his forehead.
Evidently, the battle deep within his consciousness has entered its most crucial phase.
Cassandra watched this scene, her heart filled with complex emotions.
She recalled her humiliating defeat in front of the Star of the Observer years ago and then looked at the young man before her who might change her daughter’s fate.
Deep inside, a certain emotion was surging...
Do I truly hope this young man succeeds?
If he really passes the trial I couldn’t...
Just as a dark thought surfaced, she forcibly suppressed it.
......
In the Consciousness Space, the battle reached a fever pitch.
The voices of the Star of the Observer’s taunts kept echoing:
"What’s wrong, little worm? Weren’t you confident just now? Why do you appear like a rat now?"
"Let me guess, are you regretting choosing to challenge me? Do you want to retreat back to your little nest and tremble?"
Ron was exhausted running for his life under the siege of fusion monsters.
The pocket watch’s vibration warning also became unstable under interference, nearly causing him to be pierced several times.
"Do you know?" The Star of the Observer continued its malicious taunts:
"Your little girlfriend’s mother was just like this back then. She spoke arrogantly as if she knew it all, but when faced with a slight challenge, she revealed her true self!"
"You fools who contact the ’Devourer,’ each think you’re so special, but in the end? Every one of you becomes a puppet beguiled!"
Ron endured his fury, continuing to search for a chance to turn the tide.
He knew the Star of the Observer was deliberately provoking him, trying to make him lose his calm judgment.