Adam sat on top of a rock, watching as the Dark God walked towards him; behind him, the five corpses had already started to rot.
"Did that impress you?" Alastor said. "It was a simple task for someone of my power."
"…" Adam simply stared back in silence.
"I don't like when you're silent." Alastor said. "That's not very like you. Could it be that you're now scared since you aren't in control?"
"Stop idling around, and do it already." Adam said coldly.
"Do what?" Alastor raised an eyebrow.
"You know." Adam touched his chest. "Stab your black spear through my heart already. That's what you planned to do, right?"
"…" Alastor manifested a black spear on his right hand and placed its tip against Adam's chest. "You want to die?"
"This was always going to only end in my death," Adam said. "I will resurrect. That's what players do. And I will grow stronger every time."
"You're ready to lose all your power?" Alastor laughed.