Aaron's Trial – The Abyss Throne
"I'm here to collect my interest for you stepping out of line," Aaron said fluidly, his voice carrying the weight of iron. His eyes locked onto the Abyss God's without the slightest trace of fear.
"Interest?" the deity replied, his tone calm but edged with disdain. "And for what exactly?"
"Aaron Highborn," Aaron answered. "You sent someone after him despite him being under my care. Why?"
The Abyss God leaned back on his throne, expression half-bored. "Let's just say… I was helping with a friend's request."
Aaron's lips curved into a grin, sharp as a blade. "Friend's request? More like your master's command. You're nothing but an obedient dog."
"Hah!" The Abyss God laughed once, but there was no warmth in it. The smile plastered on his face never reached his eyes. "And here I thought you might prove intriguing."
In an instant, he vanished.
So fast! Even Aaron's sharpened senses struggled to follow his movement.
