Above the Red Earth Plateau.
The disturbance from an operation of this scale will be observed by certain organizations... Even high-ranking pure 'Secret' practitioners will sense it directly through their spirituality, but it's already too late.
Aaron pushed open the 'Gate of Multiple Histories', allowing that indescribable radiance to envelop him.
At the same time, he reached out and grabbed Connie.
She was an important "signpost." Without her, it would be impossible to locate that layer of history, and they would instead lose themselves within the gaps between all histories.
Aaron had, in truth, already begun to feel wary.
If this is a trap, or if there's some backup plan, it should come now, right?
His intuition flared, and he suddenly looked in a certain direction.
Near the edge of the ritual's range, beyond the cobalt-blue mist, hazy, distorted figures emerged.
They were things that did not exist in this world—Spirit Realm monsters drawn here by the ritual's power!
"Destroy them!"
Any ritual might attract Spirit Realm creatures, and the larger the secret ritual, the more likely it was.
Mase had long been prepared for this. He shouted at the believers engrossed in watching the 'Gate of Multiple Histories', ordering them to take out talismans and use their extraordinary abilities to wipe out those twisted Demonic Beasts—or at least keep them outside the ritual.
Not them!
Aaron merely spared them a glance before shifting his gaze away.
Though these Spirit Realm Demonic Beasts were bizarre, a Non-Human Existence empowered by the ritual could deal with them easily enough.
"Then... an assault by the Investigation Bureau and the three major churches?"
"No... the anti-divination ritual I set up isn't so easily breached. Determining the ritual's exact location... would be exceedingly difficult."
After waiting quietly for more than ten seconds, Aaron hesitated