"So? What exactly are you asking me to do, old man?" Aaron asked attentively, his frustration giving way to curiosity.
"To go and fight like you do best. But you can only attack with time and space at the same time," Dracula instructed firmly. His voice carried the authority of ages, his robe's hem brushing the ground as he gestured toward the horizon.
"Uhm. Don't tell me you didn't see what happened just now, Great Gramps. I couldn't attack with both abilities at the same time," Aaron complained, his tone laced with exasperation.
He gestured at the empty air where his failed attack had dissipated, the sanctuary's serene beauty mocking his struggles.
"I'm aware. It's good you are durable and immortal. Should reduce the risk of your actions. Sometimes, Aaron, you have to take a good beating in order to learn something," Dracula said like it was the most normal thing he could ever utter.
His expression remained stoic, his crimson eyes unblinking amid the vast, starry backdrop.
