[What do you wish to know?]
the system prompted, its voice echoing in his mind like a calm echo in an empty void, neutral yet insistent.
"Everything," Aaron replied mentally, his thoughts sharp and demanding.
"The reason you prevented me from
devouring the fear of others. The reason you're allowing me now. Why can't I devour the fear of a group of people? And lastly, what's so important about these mystic organs?" He bombarded the system with questions, his internal voice laced with frustration and curiosity.
[First off, preventing you from devouring fear was for your own good,] the system explained, its tone measured and deliberate.
[Devouring fear doesn't only heal your soul and increase your strength, but it also helps to strengthen your night bloodline.]
Aaron leaned back against the headboard, the soft fabric of the sheets cool against his skin.
