After climbing the last few stone steps, the view suddenly opened up.
The top of the Clock Tower was a half-open platform, with low walls on three sides and an open side facing the Outer City. The Great Bell hung from an iron frame overhead. All the Inscription on its surface had gone dark, leaving only a few blurred grooves. The night wind poured in through the open side, carrying the scent of earth and the dampness of dew.
There was only one person on the platform.
Guardian sat on the platform's stone railing. His aged body was hunched there, his head of white hair drifting softly in the night wind.
A pitch-black aura shrouded his entire body, spreading from his shoulders all the way to his ankles. It was so dense it had nearly condensed into substance, far heavier than what Lu Yuan had seen from afar before.
The Black Eyeballs within that aura bobbed up and down. Some were closed, some half-open, their gazes turning idly as though they were not looking at anything in particular.
Gray-White Text jumped out at the edge of his vision.
[Target detected: Guardian (Eerie Transcendence) (Beyond Cognition)] [A human who has reached the end of the road, slowly being swallowed by the path he chose.]
Lu Yuan's gaze lingered on that line for a moment. Reached the end of the road...
The judgment given by the Gray-White Text pointed in the same direction as what Klaus had said.
Guardian might not have much time left.
Klaus had already walked up to Guardian.
His tone carried a measure of respect.
"Sir."
Guardian slowly raised his head. The pitch-black aura stirred faintly with his movement. Several Black Eyeballs sank, while several more rose. Two or three turned toward Lu Yuan, gave him