"There's no time to lose, old friend." There was enough venom in Treius's voice to kill ten men.
"During the last year, I took care of the Rangers for you. It's only thanks to me if you are so close to achieving your freedom, yet you always denied to fulfill your part of the bargain. Make me your partner and together we will kill that pest.
"Refuse and I'll walk away. I have no qualms leaving you to your fate. There are many artifacts on Mogar, but only one me."
The Dark Star wanted to curse in outrage. It had refused to have a master for centuries. It was ready to die rather than to yield.
Or so it believed, until Lith entered from one of the windows, back at his peak condition.
"Now!" Treius said while opening a Warp Steps that would lead him to safety, ready to relinquish his dreams of power.
"So be it." The cursed object spat those words with despair. Treius touched the white mana crystal, allowing the Black Star to seal the pact.
