"What happened to you?" Aaron asked the small child, his voice soft with genuine curiosity as he studied the boy's mismatched eyes.
"You did something, Papa, and improved our strength," Grey replied with a bright, innocent smile that lit up his cute face.
"I did?" Aaron muttered, tilting his head. "Weird… I can't remember. But oh well." He shrugged lightly, letting the confusion slip away for now.
Since the battle with Aegon, too many strange things had been happening.
Aaron didn't want to dwell on any of it right now.
The weight of unanswered questions pressed on him, but he pushed them aside.
"Kill them both!" the demonic cultivator with the severed arm barked, his face twisted with pure hatred as he glared at Aaron and Grey.
"Papa, allow me to handle this!" Grey said eagerly, his small voice filled with confidence.
"Alright," Aaron replied, folding his arms across his chest and stepping back to watch.
Smiling wide, little Grey stretched out his plump little hand.
