The old man didn't move or speak.
Silently he watched Alexander with eyes like a father would a son; gently, he let the red bloody magic aura assault his body; although it did no damage, he was a god, and Alex was a mere ant.
But it allowed him to feel Alexander's emotions, his deep affection and changes since the last time they met. While Stella was slowly growing on him, he still felt Vesta and the women around him to be mere tools, only truly caring for Sarah and Amy.
"Good... I am glad... You're growing so much... She would be so happy to see you...." His old voice whispered as the anger in Alex calmed down.
Alex realised this old man was not his enemy; his words and everything he said were never lying or to make him angry for no reason.
He looked deeply at the man standing opposite him, accepting his anger. Not a single moment did his face show displeasure or anger in return; it caused Alex to feel strange.
"Forgive me, old man..."
