They fled frantically, the scenery around them streaking past, and Jones hesitated.
Andrew, who was being dragged along by Jones, shouted urgently: "I agree!"
"Are you certain, Mr. Blood Elf?" Ansel asked softly.
"Of course! Why wouldn't I agree? With terms this good, what reason would I have to refuse?"
"Let me make something clear: if someone accepts this pact but later breaks it, I will kill them. And it may not be just a simple death—it could be torture, ensuring their soul is completely annihilated as well. Even if I don't do it myself, someone else will. A traitor cannot be spared, not by gods or demons. So, are you still certain you want to accept this agreement?"
"Uh..." Even Andrew hesitated.
