"Who are you?" Aaron asked coldly, his gaze fixed on the illusory screen.
"It's no use," the silhouette replied calmly. "Your eyes aren't strong enough to peel through and see my face. After all… this isn't me."
Aaron's eyes narrowed slightly, a faint irritation creeping into his expression.
"You're beginning to sound arrogant and cocky," he said. "Are you his employer? And what do you mean… son of the one above all?"
"That?" the silhouette responded, almost amused. "It is exactly as it sounds. I am the bearer of the Mystic Brain… and the traitor who caused your father's death."
There was a brief pause before the figure continued.
"Why don't we have a chat?"
"I'm listening," Aaron replied without hesitation, his tone steady but guarded.
"Not here," the silhouette said. "Allow me to change the terrain and coordinates."
From the screen, a small device emerged, floating briefly before activating.
In an instant, space shifted bruptly and Violently.
Even beyond Aaron's control.
