"If I win, you will call off your assault. You will no longer attack my clan. Consider it quits. You've lost your Silver Mine to me, and I have suffered enough destruction in this war. That is my demand." Lancelot said.
Shane tilted his head, unimpressed. "That's a huge Spirit Vein. The destruction here isn't enough…"
"Then, if you win, you can continue attacking us… and I won't be blowing up the Spirit Vein below us." Lancelot replied.
"That's all? You think sparing your clan is enough of a prize for me?"
Shane said as he shook his head.
"What more do you want?" Lancelot asked.
"If I win, I will use the Talent Stealing Scroll on you, and you can't resist… You have many talents, Lancelot… but I want to try my luck and claim the Immortality Talent for myself."
Gasps erupted across the battlefield. Even Shane's own commanders stiffened at the audacity of his demand.
