Ren Yuan's expression remained calm and composed, his face betraying no emotion. He stood before the pillar, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture regal and unyielding.
The Chasm of Uncreation's words hung in the air, heavy with temptation, but Ren Yuan's demeanor gave no indication of his inner thoughts. Inside, however, his mind was racing. The offer was tantalizing, the promise of power irresistible. But Ren Yuan was no fool. He knew that dealing with a being like the Chasm of Uncreation was akin to playing with fire. One misstep, and he would be consumed.
"Release you?" Ren Yuan said, his voice calm and measured, as if he were discussing something trivial. "And what guarantee do I have that you will not turn on me the moment you are free? The Chasm of Uncreation is said to be a force of absolute destruction. How can I trust you?"
