Chapter 17: The Bloodline Of Nightmares
Chapter 17 - The Bloodline of Nightmares
....very dangerous. The reason was that contracts worked in such a way that their terms of service, further employed by the bloodline of the individuals involved, made fulfilling them all the more easier.
In lay man terms, the more rigid a contract, and powerful the bloodline of the individuals involved, then the higher the luck for that contract to be fulfilled.
Of course, the strength and will of the individual to meet the terms of the contract was also a factor to consider.
In this world, Contracts and Bloodlines were the key. The key to everything. Even the dungeons were no exception.
Oliver felt a strange weight lift off his chest as the contract with Accra inked in. His blood sizzled in the air. A sigh of relief escaped him. The deal was done. Bound by the rules of the A-ranked contract, the demon could no longer harm him. To violate the pact was to destroy itself. For now, Oliver was safe.
And more importantly, the seal was his for the taking.
Oliver turned to it. The massive, Alchemist seal on the wall pulsed with violent light, crimson, and hungry.
Web-like veins traced its edges, snaking from the corpses that littered the floor, some even reaching into the darkness beyond the corridor. The seal had not only drunk the blood of the dead in the castle, but it had drunk the dead of the night.
Richie Von Rich was not joking when he said that he borrowed the butcher knife of the Somaran Empire in order to sacrifice the entire kingdom for the activation of this seal.
The seal had taken a lot, but it was still drinking. It was an insatiable hole.