"Let's get back to business!" Hill said gravely, pulling up photos of three stone tablets on her tablet.
"Hieroglyphs?" Aaron raised an eyebrow and began studying them with interest. But as he read on, his expression became increasingly unsettled.
The covenant between Apocalypse and the gods recorded on the three tablets was worthless, but the records concerning the Seer were rather thought-provoking. He could be certain that this Seer was his ancestor, Horn Gaius.
The good news was that Horn's name had not been recorded on the tablets. Otherwise, the surname "Gaius" alone would have been enough to spark all kinds of speculation.
The bad news was that the prophecy Horn had left behind was clearly meant to make things difficult for him. He did not know whether there were other Phoenixes in this world, but publicly, he was the only one who had one. Wasn't this dragging him into the vortex?
There was also news that was neither good nor bad: the history recorded on the tablets might not be true. Who could say what had really happened thousands of years ago?
Noticing the change in Aaron's expression, Coulson asked incredulously, "You can read what's written on the tablets?"
"I know a little. Barely enough."
"How modest." Hill's lips twitched. "Since you can read the tablets, then you should understand why we came to you for the Phoenix."
Aaron nodded reluctantly. "I understand, but please forgive me for refusing."
"You can tell from the video just now that Apocalypse is absolutely formidable. Even three Jericho Missiles could not do anything to him.
"Fawkes may be extraordinary, but it does not have much combat ability. It is nowhere near as capable as Abei.
"Sending it to fight Apocalypse would be no different from forcing it to undergo nirvana."
"What does