Marsha paused for a few seconds.
Her eyes were closed, and her trembling hands still gripped the sharp wooden fragment.
It was the right thing to do, what Deklan wanted, she knew that.
But even though that was the case, it still weighed heavily on her mental state.
Soon, an astral being sat up from the corpse.
"Fuck me… That was a nightmare!" Deklan shuddered in fear as he was now in his astral form.
Just earlier, after suffering from the Alpha Ghost's last attack and crashing into a house, Deklan was still somehow alive. It was probably because he was still donning Agna's persona when he crashed, which made him more durable, allowing him to survive even after reverting to normal.
He was left suspended in a painful state between life and death.
Gargling in his own blood was not a good feeling, and he didn't wish for anyone to die that way.
It was the reason why he was asking someone to kill him properly so he could shift to this form.
