"W-What are you saying, there was nothing unusual about the ring.." Yang Chen was about to deny Amon's words when suddenly he recalled the moment he touched the ring on the old man's finger for the first time inside that cave.
Back then, an inexplicable sensation had coursed through his body, causing every hair to stand on end. It was as if something had entered him, leaving him with an overwhelming feeling of unease.
Yang Chen could have sworn that he caught a glimpse of unsettling demonic eyes, glaring at him from some unknown realm.
If that was what Amon meant by "intent," then...
THUD… Yang Chen's legs gave way, and he collapsed on the ground, landing on his butt. His expression revealed a mix of loss and fear as he stared at the ring now adorning his index finger.
