Time continued to pass, and the party was starting to show signs of coming to an end.
On the right side of the hall, Cassian spoke casually and gently with his supporters in the battle for the throne.
However, deep down, he was confused by what was happening.
'Demon Emperor Zerathos, what is actually going on? Why hasn't anything happened yet? Is the potion you gave me fake?' Cassian asked in a heavy voice.
He had been waiting patiently for more than half an hour, yet nothing had happened to Elina.
Inevitably, he began to think there was something wrong with the potion Zerathos had given him.
"No, that's impossible. I am one hundred percent sure that what I gave you was pure demonic energy. Anyone who drank even a single drop—even a Celestial Mage—would definitely turn into a demon," Zerathos explained in a cold voice.
What he gave Cassian was indeed his pure demonic energy, and there was no way he was mistaken.
