Aether was surprised to see that Alaric was still mentally stable, even after enduring such brutal torture and sustaining heavy wounds.
His body was in rough shape, but his mind remained intact, something Aether hadn't expected. He observed him carefully, still maintaining his guard, knowing that even a broken man could be dangerous.
"Tell me, you're close to Master, aren't you? What exactly was he trying to achieve by doing all this?" His voice was firm, his ice-blue eyes flickering with a crimson hue as he activated his skill.
Alaric's eyes widened for a brief moment before, "You? You have manipulation power?" His tone carried a hint of shock as if the very idea of a mere servant possessing such an ability was beyond his comprehension.
Aether was slightly taken aback by Alaric's reaction, but he quickly recovered, a small smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah... I guess... After all, you're the second strongest, right?"
Without another word, he whispered, "Increase Level."
