Bang! Bang!
At the edge of the dried-up lake, the cobalt-blue mist swiftly dispersed.
Aaron's eyeballs exploded like lightbulbs, leaving behind two horrifying bloody holes.
But he paid it no mind. With a swipe of his hand, flesh rapidly regrew, and everything was restored to its original state.
"Motula really was courting death... I merely watched a fragment of historical footage and suffered contamination. He directly observed the battle—he must have been hurt far worse than I was..."
"Not only that, but that injury directly exposed the location of this secret realm, allowing the 'Keeper of Secrets' to come knocking and utterly wipe out him and the Gumon Giant race?"
In truth, Aaron somewhat understood Motula's mindset.
As a Beyonder of the Secret History pathway, he naturally pursued all manner of hidden histories with tireless devotion.
Wanting to collect this piece of 'history' was simply an unavoidable flare-up of a collector's obsession.
Motula had likely relied on the peculiar nature of the Mist of History, believing that neither 'Dawnbreak' nor the 'Mother of Night' possessed any authority related to history and thus could not catch him. Yet he had not expected that 'Dawnbreak' controlled all eight aspects, and the Crimson Sun even more so. It had ended in outright tragedy...
"Even if one is only a step away from becoming a Secrecy existence, or even already is one... seeing what shouldn't be seen and recording images that shouldn't be recorded can still get one killed."
Aaron mourned for the Motula of this layer of history for three seconds before beginning to recall the footage he had seen.
"First... this should have been the second battle between 'Dawnbreak' and the 'Mother of Night'... Their first battle ended with 'Dawnbreak' winning and gaining control of Arthur, the Sun King..."
"The intensity and