As an iconic landmark of the Queen District, the Twin Clock Towers were renowned throughout the Empire.
Standing atop one of the clock towers, the view was quite splendid.
Aaron wore a black double-breasted formal coat, a silk top hat, and leather boots. Holding a thick cane in one hand, he looked down over the entire Queen District.
He raised a hand and caught a snowflake.
"Looks like the 'Underworld Lord' is one of the surviving Age Controllers too..."
As far as Aaron knew, among the Twelve Age Controllers of the Third History, the 'Rancher' had been slain outright; the 'Fallen Corona' and the 'Unmelting Ice' had been imprisoned deep within the Radiance; the 'Raven,' the 'Remnant Chrysalis,' and the 'Faceless One' had been devoured or controlled by 'Dawnbreak'... Of the remaining Age Controllers, the 'Lord of Corpse Collection' had been devoured by the 'Mother of Night.' After that great battle, the Mother of Night had vanished without a trace, and her condition was probably not very good.
There truly were not many surviving Age Controllers left—only the Lady of the Woods, the Keeper of Secrets, and the Underworld Lord.
Those hidden existences and high-ranking powerhouses had slightly smaller targets, but having been caught up in the chaos of the Spirit Realm, they probably had not fared well either—like the unlucky Motula...
"Conservatively speaking, only three Age Controllers, four at most, are taking action... Can they contend with Dawnbreak at the height of its power?"
Aaron watched the snowflake melt in his hand with an indifferent gaze.
In any case, he had already decided not to loose the hawk before seeing the rabbit. Before conditions favorable to him appeared, he would absolutely not make a move.
And now that the dagger had finally appeared at the end of the map,