"Then, let's make a deal."
Aestrea spoke lightly, like he was just having a normal chat over tea.
"…A deal?" The Elven Emperor's brow furrowed, suspicion flickering across his face.
He shifted uncomfortably on the ground, though he clearly lacked the power to object.
Aestrea didn't smile.
"I want you to completely erase the Dark Elf race."
The words fell from his lips like ice.
"…Eradicate?" The Emperor's eyes widened, disbelief spreading across his face.
"Exactly," Aestrea nodded slowly, leaning back in his seat, "Wipe them off this cursed planet. Every last one."
There was a long silence.
"…And what do we receive in return?" the Emperor asked carefully, voice low, eyes narrowed, still clinging to some desperate trace of pride.
Aestrea tilted his head, his glowing eyes narrowing slightly.
That one small motion sent a sharp chill crawling down the Emperor's spine.
