"As long as you save him, you agree to all my demands?"
Lilian didn't believe a word the other party said. How could there be such a good deal? Besides, the very idea of "being able to fulfill all demands" sounded unreliable.
Could this elusive character really help the great Lord of the Lost make a full recovery?
Impossible!
Clearly, that was not something that could be done.
However, in order to gather more information and get out of the current predicament, Lilian continued to ask:
"How do you want me to save you?"
The elderly voice continued to respond.
"Quite simple, all you need to do is perform a ritual... Come, cut your own flesh, let the blood linger on your body, and then recite a spell with me."
It was a deep, hoarse, and ancient voice, sounding like a whisper from the depths of hell.
It was full of temptation and malice, chilling to the bone, each syllable carrying an irresistible lure, echoing like a call for the fallen lurking in the darkness.
