Aaron fell silent, his gaze sweeping over his surroundings. He found nothing out of the ordinary.
'Did I just imagine it? Or have I just been paranoid ever since that eye appeared in the sky? Maybe it's all in my head, making me feel like something's watching me.'
'Damn it! The pressure is really getting to me. But it makes sense. How could anyone not be on guard when facing an unknown, otherworldly danger?'
He frowned slightly at the thought.
He frowned slightly at the thought.
"Mom, do you think that eye in the sky will come back?"
A hand gently ruffled his hair. Aaron looked up to see his mother gazing at him tenderly. "Don't worry so much, sweetie. Even if that thing does come back, it won't be able to cause much trouble. You'll understand someday. Your mom is actually pretty amazing. These fists are harder than they look. And when it comes to taking someone down for good, I've never lost."
