Chapter 15: Stayin’ Alive
Mikel didn't think—he just acted. As soon as danger invaded his personal space, his body reacted purely on instinct.
CRACK!
He raised the Grimoire just in time to catch the hard, jointed limb between its pages. The book trembled in his grip, the claw-like end stopping inches from his face.
"Give me a break..." he grunted through gritted teeth, staring at the freshly sharpened nail. It sliced into the Grimoire's pages as it tried to push forward.
Fear bubbled in his chest, making him swallow hard.
It had only been a few days since his first encounter with an evil ghost. Couldn't they wait a little longer?
"What the hell is this now?" His voice shook as he struggled to hold the limb back, searching frantically for a solution. "Doom—where the hell are you?"
No response. Doom's odd silence added to the pressure in his chest.
Damn it! Now that I need you, you're gone?!
A strained groan escaped between his clenched teeth as he twisted the Grimoire with all his might.
CRACK!