Like a scalpel, Gaston's arm cut an invisible thread connecting them with a groan.
"ARGH!"
Meanwhile, he roared in outrage as the horrible feeling of having his soul sustain damage assaulted him.
"Why me? Feel it alone!"
However, only silence answered him, and he failed to see Gaston's figure.
Gritting his teeth, he dug out one of his materials and closed his eyes to leave.
When he reopened them, he saw Gaston's spectral frame float above the ritual star drawn onto the floor, a hand supporting his shin and his eyes sparkling with interest.
"I'll start with your body. Place the puppet here."
He pointed at a spot densely packed with dim symbols begrudgingly, wanting nothing more to chase the bastard out once they were done.
Gaston followed his command and floated back, waiting for the process to begin.