Aaron hovered in the vast emptiness just outside Blue Star's atmosphere, his golden eyes fixed on the planet below, patience etched into his features like a predator lying in wait. He knew the four guests were coming, their presence a looming shadow in his precognition, and he mulled over strategies in his mind—how to turn this confrontation to his advantage without sparking an all-out war he wasn't ready for.
"You there. What are you doing?" The voice Aaron had been anticipating cut through the silence, calm yet laced with underlying authority, echoing across the void.
Aaron turned to face the group of four, a knowing smile playing on his lips, his fallen angel wings subtly flaring as if to emphasize his composure. "Aaron. I am Aaron Highborn, a descendant of Dracula Highborn," he replied, his voice steady and confident, the revelation hanging in the air like a challenge.
