"I am willing to sign the contract."
"I am willing to make the Deep Lord my faith for the rest of my life."
"I am willing to offer my soul to the most revered lord, just to gain power..."
Popota sensed the glaring true name imprint in his Mind Space, whispers seemed to echo around him, clauses from when he signed the contract with the Demon God.
These clauses were repeatedly recited, as if reminding Popota that it was time to fulfill his contract.
At this moment, Popota's thoughts were sad and regretful. The most tragic and erroneous step he took in his brief life was choosing to ally with the Demon God for an unattainable "goal."
If it weren't for this step, how could he have ended up like this, how could he have met such a fate?
How could he not regret?