Chapter 40: A puppet
"I want you to join the Spirit Cult. Join us, and you will live to see what becomes of this world. Also, you will keep your life," Randel spoke. His voice carried a certain smugness and confidence, like he knew he could easily take out Aric.
Aric, on the other hand, didn’t say anything. He stared at Randel’s chain. Randel saw this as Aric disrespecting him, and that got to him greatly.
His eyebrows twitched in anger. "Ignoring me, right? Well, let’s see how that goes," he said and charged at Aric at full speed.
He moved far faster than even the spirits could follow, reaching Aric in an instant.
"I will make this world forget about you," he said in a cold tone as his hand landed on Aric’s shoulder.
"Don’t worry, though. I will take care of your spirits for you. Their potential was wasted on you anyway," Randel said.
"What the hell are you even saying?" Aric asked. His question stunned Randel. Randel took a step back in confusion. "How? How are you able to withstand the power I was granted by him?
"He said if I followed my path, I would never be stopped. So why? Why? Why are you able to stop me?" Randel roared, slowly going into rage. His confident demeanor and smugness evaporated, and what showed through was rage.
Suddenly, from behind Aric, several light blades shot at Randel. He looked up at them and dodged before they could reach him. His eyes were still blazing with anger, but his ability to fight was not clouded.
Aric turned to his back only to see all the spirits with pissed expressions. Unara had her hands stretched out, meaning she was the one that attacked.