Weren't there a little too many tentacles?!
"Take that, you pervert!" It was a relentless onslaught.
At that moment, Jack felt like a cricket in a snake enclosure, struggling for dear life as the darkness tendrils tried to grasp at him one after the other!
"Kid, I swear, you're way too fucking stubborn! Fighting a losing fight is dumb. Tch— You and your sentimentality! But you won't change your mind, right?" the Old Ghost spat.
"Nope!"
"Fine, then, at least fight smart. This guy's hiding a catalyst behind his back. Destroy it, and this god-forsaken prison will crumble. Be fast. I bet even you won't last long here!"
Jack agreed 2000%, his life hanging by a thread.
With every move he made, with every Arcane Dagger he summoned, his Mana would be drained a little more. The usual 30-minute Evil God Body duration? He'd be lucky to get five!
