"I see," Aaron answered thoughtfully, beginning to grasp a little insight on what the system meant.
"That was quite insightful, Great Grandpa. Now, if you will excuse me, I will be paying my loved ones a visit," Aaron said to Dracula, standing still like a sovereign overseeing the entire universe.
His voice carried a tone of finality, laced with respect, as he prepared to depart. The amphitheater's vast emptiness seemed to bow to his presence, the stars above twinkling in quiet approval.
"Go ahead. I shall remain here and hone my skills. It's the best place to train for me," Dracula replied. His voice was calm, accepting the shift from conversation to solitude.
He glanced around the empty tiers, the mysterious vibe of the structure suiting his eternal nature, the shadows welcoming him like old companions.
"Very well."
Aaron transferred omnipotent control, confining it just to the arena, granting Dracula the means to aid in his training.
