At the inn window.
Aaron saw the night shrouding the waterworks torn apart and felt the descent of a terrifying aura.
He shifted his gaze away and murmured inwardly, "Age Controllers—Lord of Corpse Collection... or rather... the Great Serpent birthed by the Mother Tree of Flesh?"
Clearly, this group from the Investigation Bureau had been especially unlucky, running into a highly improbable event.
When ordinary people—or even Beyonders—recited the true names of the Age Controllers, it was equivalent to voluntarily registering themselves on the other side. Those great existences might not pay attention to such ants, but once they did, the outcome would inevitably be unimaginably miserable.
And by performing the correct ritual, one generally had a high chance of receiving an instinctive response from the Age Controllers' power, and a minuscule chance of gaining their attention.
As for the final kind—evil cultists—if they sacrificed tens of thousands of offerings at once, there was a strong possibility of drawing the Age Controllers' attention.
But this time, the grand sacrifice had not even begun, and those cultists had not had time to perform the ritual.
Which meant they had encountered that minuscule possibility: merely reciting the Age Controllers' honorific name had drawn their gaze!
Well, Non-Human Existences count as rather large ants too... Reciting the honorific name makes it easier to attract attention...
The Investigation Bureau's agents are such trash. They actually managed to trigger a divine descent?
No, they should still have a final contingency and emergency plan.
Aaron waited silently. Then, his spiritual intuition was violently stirred.
He looked toward the water reservoir at the waterworks and saw an illusory yet pure-white sun slowly rising.
Rumble!
A violent explosion followed. Everything at its center was twisted, light and fire pouring forth with wild abandon. The shockwave came afterward, directly