The beast stared at me with ancient, intelligent eyes—deep pools of golden fury dimmed by millennia of solitude.
"Hmph… Chen Yu, huh?" he growled, voice like grinding stone and echoing through the empty chamber. "What a name… I don't know how you plan to help me. You're a creature whose origins I can't even grasp. And right now… you seem weak."
I met his gaze and smiled, the corner of my lips curling with quiet confidence.
"Weak, huh?" I took a step forward, standing firm in the shadow of his towering form. "What if I told you…"
My voice was calm, but each word held weight.
"I'm not a beast. I'm human."
The air shifted.
His massive body stiffened, and for a moment, the fiery light in his eyes flickered.
You… human?
"You can't even see through me," I continued, "yet you judge my strength? Vornark… form a contract with me. Let me help you get your revenge."
The name echoed in the silence.
His eyes widened slightly. He hadn't heard that name in centuries.
