"Hmm. Your strength has increased further. I suppose your strength is passable enough to assist my goals," Dracula said, ignoring Aaron's lighthearted words as if he had never heard them at all. His voice was deep and measured, carrying the weight of centuries, his gaze piercing and unyielding.
Aaron smiled, fully expecting that dismissive outcome from Dracula, the legendary lord of eternal night. The ancient vampire's stoic demeanor was as unchanging as the shadows he commanded.
"How can I help your goals, Great grandpa?" Aaron asked again, the smile on his face remaining constant and genuine. He leaned slightly forward, ready to engage, his posture relaxed yet attentive in the presence of his formidable ancestor.
"It's been a long time since I had a proper spar. Now that I have recovered my strength up to the galactic rank, I need at least one battle to sharpen myself," Dracula replied, his tone matter-of-fact, eyes narrowing slightly as he assessed Aaron anew.
