Kyle let out a chuckle and tried his best to calm his breathing. He had no idea what contract the man opposite him was talking about— but one thing was for sure, he had no plans of becoming someone else's servant. Not in this life, at least. Sweat glistened on his hairline, even though his body had started to turn colder with each passing second.
He ran his fingers through his hair and checked the remaining mana and divine energy in his body.
'Not much... huh, not even enough to finish one third of them.'
Kyle glanced at his hands, trying to sense the bloodline within his body. The bloodline that had turned eerily silent from the moment he entered this planet.
'It's not enough... I am not strong enough. But instead of waiting for death, it's better to give it my all. It's dangerous... but maybe if I use my essence to injure the shadow general, I will be able to leave this planet in one piece.'
