For the ill-intentioned Bone Crow, Aaron directly chose to kill him and commune with his spirit.
As for deliberately exposing the Feathered Serpent's identity, it had merely been a casual move before leaving, drawing fire for Dairis, Lady Cat, and the others.
Spirit Realm.
Only after communing with Bone Crow's memories did Aaron learn that although Dawnbreak was an Age Controller who ruled the Spirit Realm, He had not spread His radiance into every corner of it.
He could only control most regions. In certain secret realms and perilous lands, even His gaze struggled to penetrate.
That was because several Age Controllers had been constantly maneuvering against Him.
For no reason at all, Aaron thought of the imperial army and guerrillas. It felt rather fitting.
Of course... most of the Spirit Realm is under His control. Lingering too long anywhere the White Tower can be seen would be repeating my previous mistake.
Aaron arrived before a patch of Mist of History, an enigmatic expression on his face.
"I never expected... the Spirit Realm's secret realm from Bone Crow's memories to be here."
Transforming into half a Gatekeeper, he passed through layers upon layers of Mist of History and saw a forest like emerald jade.
At this time, more than half the forest had been snapped and broken. Massive bones and corpses lay strewn across the ground.
These were... the corpses of Gumon Giants!
Aaron's expression was wooden as he walked toward the lake where Motula had been. He found that its waters had dried up, its bed filled with foul, corrupted sludge. Not a trace of cobalt-blue mist remained.
At the lake's edge, the largest Gumon Giant chieftain stood frozen in a pose of roaring at the sky. Its body was withered and gaunt, its fur entirely white, as