Before the fight could commence, Aric shifted his attention to the ring on Jarod's finger—the one that housed the soul of Ryan Chen. The faint glow of the ring drew Aric's gaze, and a cunning idea formed in his mind. With a slight smirk, he addressed the spirit within the ring.
"Master Ryan Chen," Aric said, his tone laced with false respect, "I must thank you for your assistance in revealing Jarod's location. Without your guidance, this might have been far more difficult."
At the mention of his master's betrayal, Jarod's expression contorted into a twisted mix of shock, disbelief, and burning rage. However, he already had a lot of doubts about his master loyalty. But hearing these world still hurt him. The last bit of trust he had for his master was lost.
The weight of this betrayal was unbearable, and it ignited a fire within him, a fire that quickly burned away the last remnants of loyalty and respect he had once held for his master.
