"You... what did you do?" Draken asked, a frown creasing his demonic face, his eyes darting to the empty tubes, the corruption device frozen at 99.9%. The basement's sickly red glow pulsed faintly, the air thick with the metallic tang of blood and dark magic.
"I simply froze time in the area around me. Now, back to our little conversation," Aaron smiled, his voice cold and sharp, a predator savoring his prey. He wasn't about to waste any more time blabbing—he had an empire to run, and these nuisances were mere side quests in his reincarnated grind.
"Aaron, for the sake of old—" Nathan wasn't allowed to finish his words as Aaron's hand shot out, gripping his neck tightly. The traitor's eyes bulged, his breath catching under the crushing force of Aaron's god-tier strength.
