The last hit didn't weaken Adam.
It reinvigorated him.
The impact, the pain, the reminder of what stood in front of him, it all snapped something into place. Adam felt it clearly, that familiar surge rising from deep inside his chest.
Hatred.
Pure, undiluted hatred for monsters.
Images flashed through his mind: every siren, every golem, and every twisted creature that had tried to tear his life apart. He remembered how he had made them suffer before ending them, and now, he pictured all the ways he could make this thing suffer, too.
The thought alone drew a smile to his lips.
And that smile became fuel.
Adam charged forward again.
The Mind Geist reacted instantly, tendrils exploding outward in a frenzy. This time there was intent behind them, some lashed to strike, others curved and coiled, clearly trying to capture him instead of killing him outright.
It didn't matter.
Adam tore through them all the same.
