[You're just letting him flail?] the system chided, its tone dry and exasperated. [Finish him already.]
"Nah," Aaron replied mentally, shaking his head. "Let him make a fool of himself. I'll end it when I'm satisfied." His tone was laced with pettiness, relishing Havoc's futile struggle, the void's darkness amplifying his dominance.
[Never seen anyone as petty as you, Aaron Highborn,] the system remarked, its voice tinged with amusement.
"Congratulations—you're staring at the pettiest man alive," Aaron quipped, his smile widening, a spark of mischief in his eyes.
"Hmm, I've got an idea for my bloodline," Aaron muttered, closing his eyes to access the dark, endless world of his origin bloodline. His consciousness faded, drawn into a realm of infinite shadow, a void devoid of light where only darkness reigned, its oppressive weight pressing against his soul like a cosmic tide, the air thick with the whispers of ancient power.
