Chapter 362: Drawing Out One’s Trump Card
Sog’thollech frowned as the demon gazed past the barrier of time they stood in.
“A being as strong as you… tempting, and yet the risk of death is so great. Tell me, do you mean to fight this one with me or use me as a distraction while you run?”
No emotion was visible as those red eyes stared at him.
“I am not the kind of person to casually throw a life away, especially when one like yourself has been an ally of mine.”
Nodding, the demon turned, and his nostrils flared as he took a deep breath.
“Like all of my kind who have offered ourselves up to be summoned, we know that one day always comes when we will die. It is the price we pay to gain power.”
“So you can die? Like I can?”
“Before, had I fallen in battle… it would have been different,” Sog’thollech replied. “Had I died early on, I could have potentially escaped before my soul was torn forever from my body. Many hope to do that, but the stronger we become, the more dangerous it is to accept the summoning again. Now I am bound to you forever, unable to resist the call even if I wanted to, having accepted the call three times. I have become strong enough to reach the rank of royalty in my realm, and many under me now feed me part of their power to stay protected.”
“Why would they do that?”