"Let go of me, insect. Let go, let go, LET GO!" Gaston screamed in frustration as he felt more and more of his essence leave his body.
Each scream was accompanied by a terrifying headbutt on Adam, making his already flickering figure turn more and more transparent.
'How did I end up in this state? Against this trash, to boot? HOW?' Gaston thought, his face deformed into that of a demon under the anger and hate he felt.
Would his sixteen years of adaptation and planning end up being useless because of one stubborn ghost who refused to die no matter what he did?
Why? Why was this happening? Even with the help of this accursed spear, he should have given up or died much earlier. Why was he still trying so hard to defy him despite having no chance of winning?
Gaston couldn't help but question Adam's motivations while trying to free himself.
