As the crackling fire flickered in the cave, Jake couldn't help but sense an impending heaviness in Johan's words. "So, spill it, Johan. What did this old man do that's got you seeking revenge?"
Johan's gaze hardened, reflecting the shadows of the flames. "He killed one of my summons. Ken. A loyal companion who fought by my side through thick and thin. This old man... he took that away from me."
Jake listened intently, the weight of Johan's pain settling in the air. "That's rough, man. Losing someone close hurts."
Johan nodded, his voice firm. "And I want him to hurt too. I've planned it all out – step by step. The Colosseum is my training ground. I'll become stronger, deadlier. Then, when the time is right, I'll find him, confront him, and make him pay for what he did."
