"Let go of me, insect! Let go! LET GO!"
Gaston's soul-freezing roar filled the shop, blasting a shockwave in the surroundings. The windows vibrated, the flasks fell from the shelves, breaking into multi-colored glistening shards, and dust billowed in a swirling waltz around the two ghosts.
The dull sound of terrifying headbutts accompanied his words as he struck with all his might at his adversary.
Adam's flickering frame lost substance and turned more and more transparent gradually. Yet, his jaws were like the vicious maws of an alligator refusing to let go of their prey.
'How did I end up in this state? Against this trash? HOW?!'
Gaston's thoughts thundered in his mind, his face deformed into that of a demon, and his soul trembled in unbridled rage.
Would his sixteen years of manipulation and planning end up useless? All because of a stubborn ghost who refused to die no matter what he did?