Aron's gaze remained fixed on Aria, his mother, anticipation shining in his young eyes. He wanted to witness their power for himself.
This had nothing to do with verifying whether they were truly his parents—deep down, he already knew. He could feel it in his blood, in the warmth of their presence.
If he was honest with himself, he didn't mind having his parents by his side.
His grandfather and grandmother had never neglected him in love; they had given him everything they could. But even so, a part of him had always longed for the love of his real parents.
Every time he saw children his age playing, getting scolded, or held in their parents' arms, he had secretly wished for the same.
And now, that lost wish was finally being fulfilled.
How could he not be happy?
Bzzzzz...
Suddenly, Aria's hand glowed with a radiant green light, stunning Aron.
And in the next moment, he witnessed a miracle.
