As Gaston's vicious laughter reverberated, Zack observed his colleague's demise and steeled his heart.
Through immense pain and gritted teeth, he moved his clenched fist to point his wand towards his chest.
"Dark bolt."
In a noise of shattering bones and shredded muscles, his dark spell punctured his heart, bringing his agony to a bittersweet end.
"Tsk. A bunch of weak peasants with zero mental resilience."
A snort escaped Gaston's mouth as he observed the two dead dark mages, twisting his lips in annoyance.
Then he turned towards the puppet, a calculative glint flashing in his blue eye as he felt Adam's soul tug at him.
"I can't hide myself anymore. Who would have thought that fool would drop his guard?"
He shook his head, his lips raising in a displeased grimace.
