Aiden, on the other hand, had his eyes glued at Greg.
The other party looked as though someone or something had sucked the life out of him.
The once glorious and respected, late Dr. Greg Armstrong of the many looked no different to someone who had lost all his will to live right now as he stared into nothingness
His expression was blank and so his shoulders that were both slumped on his side.
His gaze was also locked staring at a distance.
But considering that Greg was already a deceased soul at the moment, that kind of description that could easily fit someone who was tired of his life already, seemed to be inappropriate to describe the other party's situation anymore.
At some point, Aiden could not help but pity Greg.
"He surely had a tough life when he was still alive and braving his days back there at the mortal realm"
This realization dawned on him as he watched Greg.
