Aron had not only been raised by his own strength but had also been molded by the unrelenting forces of Esme and Helga—two women whose presence alone sent shockwaves through any room they entered.
They were wild, untamable spirits, so fierce that even the strictest of teachers could do nothing but shake their heads in disbelief. These were women who saw the world as their battleground, and Aron had been their ally in every fight.
The old man still thought of Aron as his weak, pleading son, but the man before him was a force that had survived their chaos, and more. How could he possibly understand the weight of what Aron had become?
Aron's gaze hardened as he looked at the man with quiet defiance. The air seemed to crackle with tension as the old man scoffed, raising his hand as if to dismiss everything Aron had become.
"I'm going to send you straight to hell," the old man declared, his voice full of finality.