When Jared said that, it was clear that he did remember. He was just upset with Carlo, that's all.
"Brat, don't get cocky. Today, I'll make you wish you were dead!"
After Carlo finished speaking, a cloud of black mist swirled within his palms.
The black mist morphed into two malicious spirits that soared toward the sky. They intertwined and spiraled around each other, all the while emitting ghostly walls.
The voices sent chills down everyone's spine.
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