Aron had been silently observing the heated exchange between the generals, accompanied by John and Walter, who were also relishing the experience of being in a room and listening to people without their knowledge.
When the air force general burned the shit out of the other generals “Wow, that was impressive,” Aron exclaimed, materializing out of thin air and applauding.
The sudden appearance of Aron caught the attention of the generals, leaving them frozen in their seats, a mixture of surprise and fear etched on their faces as they tried to comprehend how someone could appear out of nowhere.
“Who are you?” the Army general shouted, his and the other generals’ hands instinctively reaching for their hips where their guns would typically be. However, they quickly realized that they had surrendered their weapons before entering the room, a testament to the lack of trust among the generals.
“I’m Aron and you guys are?” Aron introduced himself and returned the question to them as he was enjoying this feeling of acting like a mysterious guy.
The air force general thinking fast started introducing himself “My name is Christopher Hartman and I’m the general of the Eden airforce” as his hand slowly slid under the table trying to press the button on it to call for the soldiers waiting outside.
Realizing Christopher’s attempt to divert Aron’s attention, the other generals swiftly introduced themselves, hoping to redirect the focus away from Christopher’s actions.
“I am General Nathan Whitaker, in charge of the Eden Army,” Nathan stated, his voice steady and composed.
“And I am General Ethan Sinclair, commanding the Eden Navy,” Ethan added, maintaining his calm demeanor.
“You really shouldn’t have done that,” Aron stated, his gaze locked with Christopher’s.
Aron knew what Christopher did, but he chose to let it happen, aware that it would be time-consuming to convince them to sign the runic contract peacefully.
Instead, he saw this moment as an opportunity to demonstrate his power and coerce them into compliance. The stakes were high, and Aron wanted to make it clear that failure to cooperate would result in severe consequences for them all.
As the emergency button was pressed, a silent alarm was triggered, and within moments, the room filled with the sound of pounding on the door.
Aron swiftly turned his attention to John and Walter were still concealed, a knowing smile playing on his lips. “Enjoy the show,” he remarked, his voice filled with anticipation.
He then started making his way towards the door, where soldiers were desperately trying to breach the locked room.
As Aron stood just two steps away from the door, it finally succumbed to the overwhelming force and collapsed, unleashing a swarm of approximately fifteen armed guards poised to enter the room.
Without hesitation, Aron swiftly assessed the situation as the first soldier entered, recognizing that Aron was not among the generals. The soldier instinctively lowered his weapon, which had been pointed skyward, and redirected it towards Aron.
Seeing the soldier’s actions, Aron deftly sidestepped while simultaneously grabbing hold of the soldier’s outstretched arm, causing the soldier to inadvertently discharge his firearm, the bullet whizzing past Aron and striking Air Force General Christopher.
“ARGHHHHH!” Christopher cried out in agony as the bullet pierced his shoulder.
Seizing his advantage, Aron yanked the soldier towards him, and in one movement he kicked the guard’s hip like a football, dislocating the soldier’s limb and sending him sprawling across the room as he screamed in excruciating pain.
Wasting no time, Aron swiftly moved on to the next soldier, who was better prepared than his predecessor, firing his gun directly at Aron’s face. Reacting with lightning speed, Aron activated a shield rune, swiftly positioning it to intercept the bullet’s path and redirect the bullet.
The bullet ricocheted off the shield, changing direction and finding its mark on Navy General Ethan, who let out a sharp cry of pain.
Observing that his soldiers were only inflicting harm to the generals while Aron remained unscathed, Nathan swiftly sought refuge under the table, trembling and desperately hoping that the soldiers would be capable of handling the man who called himself Aron.
John and Walter watched the unfolding events in awe, unable to help but notice that Aron seemed to possess no formal fighting training. Yet, what struck them was his astonishing raw strength and speed, as they witnessed him effortlessly lifting a soldier with a single hand and hurling him towards the general hiding under the table, causing a thunderous crash upon impact. Simultaneously, Aron swiftly delivered a powerful kick to another soldier, propelling him through the air and crashing him against the wall.
They also observed that he had an uncanny ability to anticipate and evade kicks and punches, even reacting just microseconds before they landed, swiftly dodging the blows with remarkable precision. Astonishingly, not only did Aron evade these attacks, but he also counterattacked with equal swiftness and precision despite it still being clumsy.
Thirty seconds later, a resounding cry of pain echoed through the air, followed by a stifled groan. Aron had swiftly dislocated the last soldier’s shoulder And before the soldier could even comprehend what had happened, Aron delivered a forceful punch to his stomach, resulting in an expulsion of the morning’s meal as he doubled over in nausea and distress.
“Whooooh,” Aron exhaled deeply, his body filled with adrenaline and excitement. “I really need to learn how to fight,” he admitted, acknowledging his lack of combat skills.
As Aron surveyed the room, he was struck by the horrifying sight of gore and the devastation he had caused.
As he witnessed the scene, though it was minimal, he experienced a wave of nausea. However, he swiftly suppressed the urge and cast a healing spell on himself to regain his composure.
He turned his face towards John and Walter, and commanded them “Gather them in one place,” while simultaneously deactivating the concealment rune that had been placed on them.
As John and Walter followed his instructions, Aron approached the table where Nathan was hiding, his injuries minimal compared to the others.
Placing his hands on the table, he exerted his weight, causing it to snap in the middle. This sudden action startled the already frightened Nathan, pushing him to the brink of losing control and almost causing him to have an accident.
He proceeded to firmly grasp the collar of the general’s uniform, effortlessly lifting him up with a single hand as if he were a mere doll forcing the general to stand as he brought him face to face with him, Aron delivered his message with a commanding tone, saying, “Listen carefully. Inform the soldiers on the way that the situation is under control and everything is in order. Or there won’t be a body left for them to collect when they arrive.”
“Yes,” Nathan replied, his voice trembling with fear.
“Very well,” Aron responded, taking a moment to straighten the general’s uniform, ensuring there were no creases or stains. Using a cleaning rune, he swiftly removed any traces of blood from the uniform.
He then positioned the general to face the door and stood behind him, leaning in close to the general’s ear.
With that, he pushed the general forward, compelling him to begin his walk, as the sound of approaching soldiers grew louder and closer to the room.
As Nathan emerged through the door, the approaching soldiers came to an abrupt halt, snapping into a salute. They questioned, “General, we heard gunshots. Is everything alright?”
Nathan, striving to maintain a serious demeanor, responded, “Yes, the gunshots originated from this location, but everything is under control. Return to your positions.”
“But sir…” the leading soldier attempted to express his concerns, but before he could articulate his thoughts fully…
“Just follow your damn orders, you incompetent fools!” Nathan shouted, unleashing his frustration on them. He couldn’t direct his anger at Aron, still haunted by the memory of the man’s actions. “Or do you want to face a court-martial for disobedience?”
“No, sir. Have a good day,” the soldiers promptly saluted, fully aware that the military court-martial was essentially synonymous with an execution court. They understood that anyone sent there would always receive the maximum punishment, and in this case, the consequences would be severe.
The soldiers turned on their heels and began their journey back to their assigned positions, mindful of the gravity of the situation and the potential repercussions for any misstep.
Nathan quietly made his way back into the office, carefully closing the remnants of the broken door behind him as his eyes shifted towards John and Walter, who were diligently gathering the injured soldier and bringing them to a centralized location.
He then approached Aron, who was seated in a chair, and informed him, “The situation has been resolved, and they won’t return unless I specifically request their presence.”
“Good,” Aron acknowledged, his attention turning towards the injured soldier. He directed Nathan, saying, “Go and assist them. The sooner we deal with them, the quicker we can proceed to the main topic.”
Nathan’s heart trembled with fear as he contemplated the possibility that Aron intended to kill the injured soldier.
Powerless to intervene, he reluctantly joined John and Walter in their task of moving the wounded soldier.
Tears streamed down Nathan’s face, as if someone had instructed him to dig his own grave, overwhelmed by the weight of his emotions.
