As the crystalline pillar of light and shadow vanished into Aaron's hand, Pallez's eyes moved, and a smile squeezed onto his deeply lined face: "I eagerly await that day!"
After sealing this Worm of Time characteristic and entrusting it to Roselle for safekeeping, to prevent it from merging with the Attendant of Mysteries characteristic also sealed in the Nation of Disorder, Aaron's figure gradually faded. He finally looked at Pallez and reminded him: "Amon's true body is in the Northern Continent. If I need your help later, I will directly summon a historical projection. During this time, you can just lie low and be cautious...."
When the all-isolating dark-gold kingdom silently receded, Mobet looked at his great-grandfather with a complex expression and whispered, hesitating to speak: "Old man, you...."
Waving his hand dismissively, Pallez sighed, looking at the complicated expression on Mobet's face: "This is not coercion. This characteristic will only bring disaster if it remains."
"You are not yet at the level to understand these secrets. Without achieving Angelhood, in a sense, you are still an ant."
As a Sequence 1 of the Error Pathway, Pallez was very clear about how terrifying the revived Celestial Worthy's will truly was. Whether it was the Fool or Amon, if any one of them won, they might end up just doing all the work for someone else.
Therefore, he had been hedging his bets until his true body entered the Nation of Disorder earlier and experienced firsthand what the Sefirah, only briefly mentioned on the Blasphemy Slate, truly meant. Only then did he finally side with Aaron, siding with the hope that even in the worst-case scenario of the Celestial Worthy's revival, he would be able to protect himself and even rebuild the Zoroast family.
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Southern Continent, Paz Valley, Loyd City.
At the very center of the inner city, atop a mixed-style clock tower, under the crimson moonlight, Audrey, with her face obscured by fine black gauze, slowly emerged from the obscure and dim collective subconscious ocean.
She stood at the highest point, overlooking this largest city in the northern part of the Loen Kingdom's East Balam colonial region, manipulating Virtual Personas to traverse the vast ocean of consciousness islands, weaving dreams.
As the headquarters of the East Tucker family in the Southern Continent, the demigods hidden within this city-state could even rival the Amanda front line, which was still in a standoff.
With a collective subconscious ocean where tens of thousands of people gathered, there was no need to worry about attacks or being detected by official forces. Furthermore, many demigods actively cooperated in entering dreams, shortening the years of potion digestion for ordinary Dream Weavers at an incredible speed.
After a long while, Audrey closed her eyes, feeling the feedback brought by the potion's digestion, continuously strengthening her resonance with the Grade 0 Sealed Artifact that was deeply embedded in her consciousness island.
"This place is indeed very suitable for you. At this rate, perhaps in less than half a year, the Dream Weaver potion will be completely digested..."
A familiar chuckle came, and Audrey's tightly closed eyes suddenly opened. With unconcealed joy, she looked at Aaron, who had appeared beside her at some unknown time.
His fingertips traced her smooth golden hair. After a moment of tenderness, Aaron's expression gradually turned serious: "The founder of the Feynapotter Kingdom has already died. The war in the Northern Continent, which was originally somewhat restrained, could completely spiral out of control at any time."
As he spoke, Aaron's eyes flickered slightly. After taking the Worm of Time characteristic from Pallez, he felt an inexplicable pull.
Having had similar experiences, Aaron knew very well that this was Adam's doing, a story woven by an King of Angels-level Author.
Aaron, who had never considered trading the Worm of Time characteristic before George III's death, directly returned to the Nation of Disorder, avoiding accidentally entering that guy's ossuary church during Spirit World travel. He deliberately waited for a long time to hint at his attitude to Adam before coming to the Southern Continent.
As his thoughts arose, figures appeared above the clock tower, clearly the Angels who had arrived from various places.
With pale, greenish flames flickering in his eyes, Azik, now the governor of the Balam Empire, swept his gaze over everyone and was the first to speak in a deep voice: "This is an opportunity. At the end of the Fourth Epoch, the Underworld Emperor unified this vast land when the four Emperors of the Northern Continent were fighting among themselves, and the Gods were unable to pay attention to the Southern Continent."
"Since Adam himself has stepped in to accelerate this so-called tide of the era, we might as well take the initiative."
As Azik's words echoed, Nast, clad in a black robe with silver trim, bowed slightly to Aaron and Audrey.
After advancing to Angel, his attitude became even more respectful. The somewhat presumptuous pointed crown had long disappeared. After Aaron nodded in response, he added in a deep voice: "There's only a thousand days to be a thief, but no thousand days to guard against a thief!"
Completely unfazed by his pirate identity, and very skillfully picking up Roselle's famous quote, Nast raised a hand and pointed to the dense night on the east side of Loyd City, which was the end of the Paz Valley, adjacent to the ancient forest controlled by Feysac:
"In the battle to seize Trunsoest's Brass Book, Feysac's fleet suffered significant losses. Now, both it and the Church of the God of Combat have concentrated their forces in the Northern Continent."
"They are probably planning to achieve everything in one go, directly crushing Loen before dealing with the mess in the Southern Continent."
"Now that the safe sea routes to the Southern Continent have been blockaded by my Pirate Kingdom, I believe we can completely wipe out that Feysac colonial region in East Balam!"
The petite Siatas chuckled. A hint of silver-white flashed in her pupils, and Cohinem's voice followed in agreement: "That ancient forest is suitable for our race to recuperate. My elven lineage will naturally cooperate fully."
Aaron withdrew his gaze from the Angels who had already reached a tacit understanding. He looked at Audrey, who had a look of unbearable pity, but did not speak. He merely raised his palm slightly.
Varna, dressed in classical full armor with red hair and brown eyes, immediately detached from the Nation of Disorder, abruptly appearing with a surging aura of iron and blood. The purple flame-like flag imprint flickering between his eyebrows immediately attracted everyone's attention.
Because of the special state of 'Unfortunate One', no one except Aaron recognized this 'stranger' of a powerhouse, but everyone had their own conjectures.
Aaron scrutinized Varna, whose spirituality was restless and uneasy, and simply relayed Will Auceptin's instructions: "Pallez's Beyonder characteristic is no longer at its peak, and he cannot maintain your current state alone. Therefore, I found the President of the Fate Council. He can help you maintain the 'Unfortunate One' state for another month, but only for one month!"
Having said this, Aaron paused and glanced at the thoughtful crowd, his gaze finally resting on Reinette Tinekerr, who was carrying four golden-haired, red-eyed heads and wearing a dark, elaborate black dress.