Alastor had just been one-shotted by Adam, and was now in his radio tower, lamenting, not noticing his child behind him in the doorway.

“Great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends. Sorry to disappoint, that is NOT how this ends!” His claws dug into the desk of the tower, a twisted permanent smile on his face.

“I’m hungry for freedom like never before! The constraints of my deal surely have a back door…” He looked like he was about to have a mental breakdown.