Sadly, Eldrian couldn't find it. Nor what he had kept contained within it.
The prison he had made for the magic contract with Zaphreal, and the contract itself, were nowhere to be found.
"Does that mean I somehow annulled it?" Eldrian pondered. As far as he knew, that shouldn't be possible. While he wasn't a master on the topic of magical contracts, he knew they were truly, truly, tricky to cancel after being sworn into.
The best Eldrian had been able to do, back when he had been forced into it, was keeping it separate from what he considered the core of his soul. Whether that would have done anything, he couldn't say. But it had allowed him to sleep with more ease.
And, honestly, he was no longer wary of the contract. He had actually been relying on it, to an extent. Hoping that it would keep Zaphreal true to his word—all the while questioning a magical contract's effectiveness on Earth.
