“To think that the Living could actually be blessed with their Soulspark is..unique.” A Spectre had spoken to himself as he wanders through the house of his former life, engaged in the idea of this ‘Superomena’. “I almost envy them..almost..”

The Spectre re-entered his house with ease, going through doors and floating up the stairs to feign the feeling of walking up them. He paused his movements, thinking. “There was one thing I saw, however. The Search Squad..” He trailed off as he came to a quick realization. “They’ll be here..and they’ll shake me away with their Charmer in toe as he chants the tales of a falsehood..”

He had stopped once again, entering what used to have been his own bedroom. He looked at the bed covered in Termites and aging with rot, coming to a solution right then and there. “It will be I who banishes this Squad out.” He declared aloud, a Soulful Flame igniting itself to live in his hand. “Even if it takes me the rest of my existence to do so..”