Chapter 3 – The contract
Chapter 3 – The contract
She stood in stillness, her eyes locked on him—not with fear, nor hesitation, but with a calculating calm that only those who had survived countless shadows could possess. She seemed to weigh every possibility, every response she might offer. And yet, despite the storm of thoughts behind her crimson gaze, her words, when they came, were deliberate. Precise.
"I don't follow the gods."
Her voice was soft, but steady—like a dagger unsheathed in silence.
"I follow strength. I follow you."
For a moment, she looked almost... happy. As if those words had lifted something buried deep within her. For someone who had lived by manipulation, by betrayal, this was new. This was different.
She hadn't come because a vision told her to. She had come because he existed.
The elf studied her. Quietly. Carefully. His glowing eyes narrowed, not in judgment—but in thought.
"I can use strong allies," he murmured, mostly to himself. "I don't know why, but my path... it feels long. Difficult. Twisted."
His mind, once clouded, now grew sharper by the hour. He could think more clearly. Strategize. Sense.
But could he trust her?