455 Dark Reality

"Wait. You can fight it to a standstill?"

Astaroth looked at Aberon incredulously. He knew he was powerful, but wasn't he overestimating himself?

Aberon could see the question marks in Astaroth eyes, and he clicked his tongue.

"Kid. Did you just think I'm talking a bigger game than I play? When have you ever seen me use my full power?"

Astaroth gulped at Aberon's words, wondering if he had suddenly learned how to read minds.

"Far from me that thought, sir. It's just… Aren't you a rare grade? Even if you are the same level as the guardian, you won't be as strong as it."

Aberon sighed angrily.

"What you saw was what I let you see, young man. But rejoice. Today you get to see me exert all my effort into saving the people I care about."