Once the terms of his surrender were set, Dupravel reached into his inner coat pocket and retrieved a tightly sealed scroll made of spirit-forged parchment, its edges glowing with faint silver light.
He gently unrolled it across the porch table, where the mana in the air instantly responded, forming a soft hum around the document.
"This is an item I prepared long ago, in case I ever needed to bind myself to someone with no room for betrayal," Dupravel explained quietly, his fingers brushing the surface with a tinge of regret.
It was clear from his actions that this was a contingency plan to save his life that he had made years ago.
A sort of last resort, if he had no other way out.
*SHUA*
Next, from his spatial storage ring, he summoned a feathered quill, shaped from the spine of a phoenix beast, and placed it beside a small glass vial of transparent ink.
"In-case you don't know, let me explain how this soul-binding technique works.
