"Vyn teymai ishkar en Vel'Araeyn, ee thaemar lai'ri en ilaeth nyro thar ves…"
Outside the mansion, the sky darkened unnaturally.
The intricately drawn magic circle on the floor began to glow, its previously dim lines now radiating a sharp white light that grew stronger with each passing second.
Alfred, watching tensely from the sidelines, frowned deeply.
Something was off.
'The sacrificial component…' he thought, panic creeping into his mind. 'In order to activate the Eternal Slave Pact, you need a significant sacrifice—specifically, the life force of a Golden Ranker!' His eyes darted to Velc, who remained silent, focused on the incantation.
"Master!" Alfred called out, his voice tight with concern. "Should I summon one of our Golden Ranked soldiers to complete the sacrifice?"