Hawk clawed at Fenrir's wrist, his face red as he wheezed.
"L-let go… I said I'd help you!"
Fenrir's expression didn't change. His grip remained steady, fingers like a vice.
"You'll be free, but only after you sign something."
He said coolly,
Hawk's struggling paused.
"…Sign what?"
Fenrir's eyes gleamed faintly with magic as a shimmering contract appeared in the air beside him—a pact wrapped in glowing runes, binding and absolute.
"An agreement. If you betray me or speak of me to anyone without permission, you'll die. Instantly."
Hawk stared at the floating document, his mouth opening slightly in protest.
"Seriously? Isn't this a little extreme?"
"Then walk away, and I'll assume you're already planning to betray me."
Fenrir said, tilting his head, his voice dripping with mock generosity.
Hawk's annoyance turned to reluctant defeat. He scowled, snatched the floating pen from the air, and muttered.
"You're a real piece of work…"
