Chapter 464: Weaving the Future
Far away, the neon lights of skyscrapers melted into the false firmament’s starry sea. The incessant flow of traffic operated like the veins of the metropolis, while the never-sleeping street lighting knights below carved thick realms of light.
Brilliance and decadence collided; remnants of an unwilling-to-end old era disguised themselves as the future. Shadows wantonly sucked the desires emitted by the city. Each corner seemed like a monster waiting to devour, burying countless fallen souls made from alcohol and sugary smoke.
Ashe and Annan leaned against the windowsill, gazing at each other. Half of their bodies were bathed in the room’s lighting, while the other half was cloaked in the city’s darkness. Their eyes flickered, reflecting the ambiguous image of one another.
“Good thing Igor reminded me. You’re not thinking of extending our pact verbally, are you?” Ashe crossed his arms, signaling his refusal. “If I agreed, wouldn’t the slave pact, with a 101-day term, automatically renew forever?”
“No way.” Annan shook her head. “Although I have some authority within the Gospel, the pact’s term can only be extended to December 31, 2100.”
“That’s still over five hundred years!” Ashe retreated instinctively. “By then, the Gospel Kingdom might not even exist. Your descendants could find my grave in the Doomsday wasteland, shout ‘Ashe Heath, come forth as per the pact,’ and I’d have to crawl out of hell to continue serving the Dolan Family for centuries!”
“Impossible. No pact, no matter how powerful, can summon the dead.” Annan shook her head again. “Unless I get Harvey to perform necromancy on you, then Ashe, you could become an heirloom for the Dolan Family. Damn Igor, ruining my plans.”
“Bless Igor for saving us from a wicked woman. He delivered us from evil.”
Seeing Annan’s frustrated look, Ashe internally breathed a sigh of relief.