"I know," Gaven said calmly, "but there are some things that someone must do, no matter how slim the hopes are. Would a Lord, due to this, do nothing and simply await fate's arrival?"
"I stand corrected," replied Lord Virginia sincerely, "in this respect, you think more and see further than I expected, and are my teacher. I, Virginia Avar Madeline, am willing to form an alliance with you to jointly combat this calamitous fate, without regret or complaint."
Lord Virginia reached out his hand again, but this time, it was shimmering with brilliant light, as countless mysterious runes circulated within it.
This was not a verbal contract, but a tangible magical one, which, once entered into, would subject any violation to the punishment of the natural laws.
Without any hesitation, Gaven extended his right hand and said with a solemn expression, "I, Gaven Nort, am willing to form an alliance with you."
Their hands clasped.
