Aaron exhaled softly, a ghost of amusement flickering through him.
"Next time I should create more attacks into the future."
[Attacking an enemy you have never seen? Perhaps you can do so in the future as you grow stronger—but not now. However… storing attacks in specific space-time states, releasing them at your discretion… that should work.]
"Yeah," Aaron muttered, already turning the idea over like a weapon he intended to perfect.
With deliberate calm, he reached inward.
No grand gestures. No flare of power.
Just a quiet, unshakable will.
The sequence began.
"Jordan, is something wrong?" Lilian's voice cut through the stillness.
She watched him with narrowed eyes, concern and suspicion warring in equal measure.
He blinked slowly, letting the mask of Jordan settle back into place like a second skin.
"Oh, nothing's wrong."
"You were kind of spacing out."
Aaron tilted his head, letting a trace of bitterness color his tone,.the perfect cover.
