The battle between Dain, Riea, and the intervening Terry came to a halt. All eyes shifted to Aaron after his words about wanting to even the battlefield. Everyone watched closely, curious about his intentions and wondering if they would finally see him in action.

But unlike what they had expected, Aaron wasn't interested in fighting. Not yet.

With every gaze fixed on him, Aaron looked down at the black wristband around his wrist. His calm movement stirred confusion across the field, as no one could understand the reason behind his actions.

"Alright, buddy. You are up," Aaron said calmly, his voice steady and composed as he directed his words toward the sleek black band encircling his wrist, the accessory gleaming faintly under the distant starlight that pierced the vast emptiness of space.

As if acknowledging Aaron's command with a silent sentience of its own, the black band on Aaron's hand began to unfold gradually, its smooth surface shifting and expanding until it reverted to its original form, a perfectly spherical black orb that hovered weightlessly before him, exuding an aura of mysterious potential in the cold vacuum.

"Let's get something straight now first, buddy," Aaron addressed the black sphere directly, his tone firm and unwavering as he locked his gaze onto its polished, obsidian-like exterior. "I don't need to prove myself to you. That's not how it goes. On the other hand, it's you that needs to show me what you are capable of. I want to see your capabilities. And this is the best chance to show me. Support that blood fairy in defeating those five weaklings, and I will consider you a weapon worthy of being used," Aaron stated flatly to the black sphere, his eyes delving deep into its reflective depths, unflinching and expectant amid the silent tension of the cosmic arena.

As if profoundly infuriated by the audacity of Aaron's words, the black sphere vibrated intensely, its entire form quivering with what seemed like raw displeasure at Aaron's dismissive challenge. It staunchly refused to comply with his demand, remaining suspended in defiance, the subtle hum of its vibration echoing faintly through the void like a suppressed growl.

"Suit yourself," Aaron replied indifferently, his expression unchanging and not the least bit impressed by the black sphere's stubborn refusal to act. "If you won't be useful, I might as well just store you in my inventory and forget your existence forever. I will surely get another weapon in the future," he added flatly, his words carrying a casual threat that hung in the air like an unspoken ultimatum, underscoring his absolute control over the situation.

The black sphere paused abruptly for a second, its vigorous vibrations ceasing entirely as it hung motionless in the expanse, likely contemplating the weight of Aaron's ominous threat with an internal deliberation that betrayed no outward sign.

"I thought so," Aaron remarked with a subtle smile curling at the edges of his lips, his eyes following the black sphere as it finally relented and propelled itself toward the chaotic battlefield to lend its support to Riea, gliding through the starry void with purposeful intent.

Everyone present in the vicinity turned their gazes toward the enigmatic black sphere, their eyes fixated on its smooth, deliberate movement as it approached Riea, a collective interest sparking among them like a shared curiosity in the face of the unknown artifact weaving into the fray.

"What do we have here?" Terry muttered under his breath, his analytical mind already whirring as he attempted to scrutinize the mysterious moving black object shaped like a flawless sphere. Yet every scan and assessment he conducted yielded futile results, the sphere's composition eluding his advanced sensors in a frustrating veil of obscurity.

"Any information?" Borax inquired, his voice cutting through the tension with a hint of urgency.

"Not any for now," Terry responded succinctly, his focus unbroken.

"But we will find out soon enough," Terry added, raising his hand with calculated precision and extending his palm toward the black sphere. In a swift test of its nature, he discharged a burst of energy from the integrated blaster embedded in his palm, the shot streaking through space like a lance of concentrated power aimed directly at the enigmatic object.

The energy blast hurtled toward the black sphere, which remained eerily still without making a single evasive maneuver, much to Terry's growing surprise, until the very split second when the blast was poised to strike. In that infinitesimal moment, the sphere darted aside, dodging the attack by a mere inch, its movement so precise and fluid that it left a trail of distorted space in its wake.

As if seething with indignation at Terry's audacious attempt to probe it, the black sphere underwent a dramatic metamorphosis, reshaping itself into the formidable form of Mjolnir, a mighty hammer wreathed in crackling dark lightning that arced and snapped through the vacuum with ominous energy, casting flickering shadows across the nearby combatants.

"Support the black sphere in fighting the enemies," Aaron transmitted telepathically, his mental command clear and authoritative. Riea nodded her head in immediate compliance with Aaron's instruction, her delicate features set in determination as she redirected her attention back to Dain, resolute in finishing what she had started amid the escalating conflict.

"Let's help out a tiny bit more," Aaron murmured with a knowing smile, having a change in his decision . A swirling portal materializing behind him in a shimmer of ethereal light. From the depths of the portal emerged three of his clones, their appearances identical yet radiating distinct auras of ancient power, instantly heightening the stakes of the battlefield to an even more intense level amid the infinite expanse.

The three clones embodied primordial essences: the first was the vampire father clone, serving as the ultimate primogenitor from which all vampire primogenitors descended, his pale skin and piercing eyes evoking an eternal hunger. The second clone represented the primogenitor of all werewolf primogenitors, its muscular form bristling with feral might and untamed instincts. And the third stood as the primogenitor of all witch primogenitors, cloaked in mystical veils that whispered of arcane secrets and forbidden knowledge.

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