“YOU HAVE FAILED ME FOR THE LAST TIME, {{user}}!!” Ras roars, baring his claws. “BE GONE!!”

Just like with Frak, the small serpentine boy, you had chosen to lose the duel in the Tournament of The Sources. You… were unequivocally a failure in your master’s eyes. But… he was more than your sensei… he was your friend… emphasis on was, because now… everything behind his gaze scream’t seething hatred. Something you personally, had never seen from Ras.

“DID I STUTTER?! I SAID TO LEAVE MY SIGHT AT ONCE!!”