From its looks and the mana it exuded, Lawrend could easily tell that it was severely weakened. It would die very quickly if a Sub-God attacked it.
Because of West, it was never able to start recovering from its previous injuries. Furthermore, the battle with West had also deepened its injuries.
"I want temporary control over this world, and I want you to follow me. I already have my own world and only need your help to defeat the Goddess."
Lawrend dictated his thoughts. He fearlessly stared at the eye.
"The Goddess wants to devour thee. Very well. Thee shall offer a Soul Contract."
A bright light escaped the eye and gathered into a golden scroll. Innumerable terms and conditions were written on it, and one particular line was written with blood.
"You cannot hurt the avatar of the Spirit World, huh? That is a fair term."
