The box that Maurice placed on the table was sealed with intricate locks and bound with fabric inscribed with complex, ancient symbols. These markings alone indicated the extraordinary value and power of the item contained within.
As Maurice carefully unwrapped the fabric and began unlocking the box, he spoke with a calm but firm tone. "I always keep my promises. But let me remind you, the regular delivery of those chocolates is non-negotiable. The agreement wasn't for a one-time exchange."
Wataru nodded. "Understood. I'll ensure a monthly delivery for the next five years. However, unforeseen circumstances may arise, so I'd prefer to set that as our initial term."
Maurice chuckled, satisfied. "Very well. Now, behold something truly magnificent…"
With a final click of the locks, the lid opened, and an invisible pressure filled the room. Wataru felt his skin prickle, an instinctual reaction even for someone without a heightened sense of perception.
