Cassandra paused for a moment at the question: "What do you mean?"
"I mean, when we've devoured enough civilizations and absorbed enough wisdom, will we still be who we were?"
Ron's gaze became profound: "Or will we become a monster cobbled together from the memories of countless dead?"
The restaurant fell into a deathly silence.
This question touched the deepest fears in everyone's heart.
In the endless conquest, what kind of transformation will the conquerors themselves undergo?
"An interesting philosophical question," Cassandra replied steadily, though there was a hint of confusion in her voice:
"But I think such worries are unnecessary. The strong will always remain strong, and will not change their essence just because they absorb some memories of the weak."
However, Ron noticed her left hand trembling slightly under the table, a habitual gesture of unease.
Clearly, the question had struck a chord deep within her.
