“I suppose that’s one place to put it,” Aragon sighed as he crossed his arms over his chest and peered up at a large clocktower. He could see some of the glass broken in the face of the clock, and behind it was something glowing. Something that was calling to him.

He’d arrived in what he could only assume was some kind of city. Or was, at some point. The street he stood on was cobblestone, but covered in dirt and ash. Possibly something else had dried onto it as well, but he didn’t want to look too closely when he was trying to focus on getting to his Code piece.

The tower itself rose up above most of the buildings around him, which would make sense since people needed to see the time.

This clock tower was strange, though. Not only did it have the normal two hands, but several other arms pointed out different measurements. Or would have, if it was working.

There had been a storm there, too. Although it was hard for him to determine when that storm took place. Slate shingles had been blown off roofs, and branches from trees that lined the street had broken off. It was as though something very powerful had pressed everything down until it snapped. He could also assume that the scorch marks in the cobblestone were from lightning strikes.

He sighed and headed towards the base of the clocktower. He would have to remember to pack his gear with him for the next time he planned on powering up. He knew Bilskirnir would have been more than happy to join him, but Aragon wanted to try out his new powers on his own.

Inside the clock tower looked like it had indeed seen centuries of rot. It was just interesting how different this place was compared to Bilskirnir and to the theater on the Moon.

The stairs were mostly falling apart, but thanks to his already learned skills in traversing dangerous urban terrain, Aragon carefully climbed up to the top where the little orb spun wildly.

“It’s okay, I’ve got you,” he promised the orb, even though he wasn’t sure what that meant. He just wanted to make sure it knew he was there to help it. So he sat down on the edge of the stairs with his back to the gigantic clock face, closed his eyes, and held out his hand.

After what seemed like just a blink of an eye, but he knew had been much longer based on the light in the sky, the orb had moved to his hand and was spinning in a much more controlled fashion.

He smiled as he looked down at it. “I’ll find a safer place for you,” he decided and placed his hand down to push himself back up.

But his hand bumped into a small box. Opening it up was a ring. “Oh, is this what I’m supposed to find?” he wondered and picked it up. It was kind of whoever put the Code there to have left the ring he needed there as well. At least that was one less thing to worry about.