"What exactly happened in the ancient war?"
Putting on a cautious yet greedy look, Aaron could not help asking.
"Your master may not want you to know, but I am willing to tell you..." Raven's will gave a soft chuckle. "Although the time an Age Controller can descend upon the mortal world is very short, through this special connection to a bloodline descendant, I still have enough spare time to chat for a few moments!"
"At that time... the five Fate-Ruling Gods were quite insane. They received an oracle from fate... well, let us regard it as an oracle from fate for now. Driven by instinct, they besieged that equally mad 'Creator'... But the Fate-Ruling God of 'Tower' was not beguiled. Its pathway was somewhat special; relying on its ability to balance contamination, it barely retained part of its sanity and did not join that slaughter..."
"And precisely because of that, it witnessed the fall of the sun, the birth of many Age Controllers, and... the existence of that black hand behind the scenes! You know who it is. It cannot be observed, but I heard that voice plucking at the strings of fate."
Raven spoke with a faint reverence.
Very good. It may know that the Spirit of Void is the black hand behind the scenes, but it does not know that the Spirit of Void is merely a paper tiger. On the contrary, it deeply reveres the other party's ability to manipulate fate...
Aaron carefully managed the connection between himself and his true body, cautiously scrutinizing the information hidden within every word the other party uttered.
It could not be helped. The other party was originally a master at exploiting information.
Perhaps its words, its movements, or even the occult knowledge it offered contained hidden traps!
"Aren't you