"A Blood Contract Pact..." Tarkos voiced out.
"An ancient binding oath. Do that and you won't have to worry about me stabbing you in the back."
Victor's Wind Blade hovered closer.
"How does it work?"
Tarkos nodded faintly. "I'll guide you. But once we form it... neither of us can break it without consequences. If I betray you — if I even think about harming you — the contract will tear my soul apart."
Victor frowned.
It sounded risky.
But at the same time, it sounded perfect.
He slowly pulled the Wind Blade back half an inch but kept it ready.
"Teach me."
Under Tarkos's instruction, Victor knelt on one knee beside him.
Using his free hand, Victor etched a small ancient symbol into the dirt between them — a crude circular seal with three slashes down the center and a crescent around it.
Tarkos who was still bleeding from both hands, pressed his forehead lightly to the ground beside the seal and spoke:
