"But... the fourteenth throne."
He finally spoke, with a hint of barely detectable hope in his voice: "Perhaps it is the key to breaking the cycle."
Isabella and Nas were both silent, evidently shocked by this idea.
"You mean... this time we are not creating a new prisoner, but rather..."
Isabella's voice trembled, her scales-covered body faintly glowing: "An escapee?"
Maggs' thread-like body spread out, and the nine eyes on his mask all lit up, dazzlingly bright.
"I don't know," he admitted honestly, his voice containing both reason and madness:
"But Ron Ralph's fate is completely invisible to me, which in itself is an unprecedented miracle.
Perhaps he will become the fourteenth Supreme Apostle, or maybe..."
He didn't finish, but the other two apostles clearly understood what he meant.
"Since ancient times, all throne seeds have been used to lure those geniuses into the abyss,"
