The realisation hit her like a physical blow. Her own curiosity and vanity had led her into this trap. She had underestimated the human ruthlessness, and now she was paying the ultimate price.
Hye didn't settle for a standard labour agreement. He produced the most expensive, soul-binding slave contract available in the universal system—a document designed to bypass racial protections and ancestral seals.
As the threads forced her hand to the parchment, the golden ink flared with a malevolent light, anchoring itself into her very essence.
For several hours after the signing, Olana remained in a state of shock and defiance. She screamed insults, cursed his lineage, and wept with the fury of a fallen queen.
Hye ignored the noise. He had work to do. He retreated into a meditative state, focusing on the Heart Crystal within his soul.
The environment inside his spiritual core was saturated with the lingering energy of the billions of bones he had processed over the years.
