Chapter 141: # - : Devouring the Pact
Chapter 141: # Chapter: Devouring the Pact
"You’ve been living off my kingdom for almost five hundred years."Amon’s eyes darkened.
"I think it’s time you paid rent."
The eleven vessels went completely still.
For several seconds, Vaelor did not respond.
Then every mouth smiled.
Slowly.
"You intend to take what belongs to me."
Amon looked toward the system notification.
[Foreign pact may be devoured.]
[Potential rewards:]
[Fate Authority increase.]
[Contract authority acquisition.]
[Partial access to accumulated fate reserve.]
The final line interested him most.
Partial access.
Even a fraction of what he had sensed below could solve the barrier problem.
Perhaps much more.
Amon looked at the floating bodies.
"It stopped belonging to you the moment I found it."
Vaelor laughed.
"You speak as though discovery creates ownership."
"No."
Amon raised Azrael.
"Strength does."
The chamber trembled.
Black symbols spread across the floor.
Vaelor’s pressure increased.
The unconscious vessels rose higher.
Amon activated Binding.
Invisible chains wrapped around them.
The symbols stopped spreading.
Vaelor’s voice lowered.
"You cannot consume the pact."
"System."
[Master.]
"Begin."
The chamber went silent.
Then the Fate Devouring Seed expanded inside Amon’s awareness.
[Attempting contact with higher-order contract.]
Amon immediately felt resistance.
Something ancient.
Dense.
Not a physical force.
Authority.
The contract recognized him as an outsider.
Then Gatekeeper Authority reacted.
The resistance weakened.
[Gatekeeper status recognized.]
[Contract access partially authorized.]
Vaelor’s voice changed.
"What are you doing?"
Amon smiled faintly.
"Collecting rent."
The Fate Devouring Seed pulsed.
[Devouring initiated.]
A black-gold line appeared in the air.
Theron had already left, but even without a formation master present Amon could see what it represented.
A connection.
One end descended into the depths beneath the kingdom.
The second stretched upward.
Toward the royal bloodline.
The third extended somewhere else entirely.
Amon’s eyes narrowed.
Three parties.
Vaelor.
The Crown.
The Black Architect.
But the architect had died centuries ago.
So why did his connection still exist?
The system reacted.
[Warning.]
[Contract party remains active.]
Amon’s expression changed.
"Interesting."
Vaelor became silent.
Amon looked at the third thread.
"The Black Architect is alive."
For the first time, the vessels lost their smiles.
That was confirmation enough.
Amon’s eyes sharpened.
"Where is he?"
Vaelor laughed.
Too quickly.
"You think I would know?"
"Yes."
No answer.