"Mist of History is responding..."
"Motula has begun his advancement..."
In the mortal world, Aaron felt nothing of the descending Age Controllers. His intuition spread without limit, allowing him to see that expanse of Mist of History and even vaguely sense Motula's location.
"At this level of exposure... the Keeper of Secrets can definitely sense it. No wonder Motula never dared advance before."
He beckoned, and the Sword in the Stone flew back into his hand of its own accord.
Within that blood sea that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, he saw one savage, terrifying phantom after another emerge.
How terrifying were the Age Controllers?
Their descent could even briefly tear open the barrier between the mortal world and the Spirit Realm, allowing vast numbers of subordinate mythical creatures to "smuggle" their way through!
And the Age Controller descending this time was the Lord of Corpse Collection!
The Great Serpent within the sea of blood!
Around the Great Serpent's body clustered a great many "divine attendants." They stood at the eighth essence—[Ascension]. Having obtained Longevity, they had then been elevated as close followers by the Age Controllers!
"But... although Age Controllers are like giant whales in the ocean of the Spirit Realm, in the streams of the mortal world, they can only display power at the [Longevity] level..."
As the reformer of the mortal world, Aaron knew this all too well.
"Not to mention... these 'divine attendants' haven't undergone rituals or blood sacrifices, nor do they have vessels for descent. They can only project a portion of their power down... They're even inferior to the previous descendents. At most, they're mere cannon fodder the Age Controller is using to buy time while merging with its vessel!"
Without a second thought, Aaron gripped the Sword in the Stone,