He bit his lips as Asmodeus extended his hand toward him. If he accepted his offer, he would become his successor, gain power he could never imagine, and climb the tower with more certainty than he could alone.
He looked at his hand, once smooth and fair, now hardened and scarred from countless battles, then he looked at Asmodeus's extended hand.
This was the best and perhaps the only way to survive the unknown dangers of the tower; his former knowledge was already outdated as he stepped inside.
With threats he could not yet comprehend, this seemed the only path. He looked at the demon's face; it was calm, sincere, but Ilwoo knew that even if the demon offered his knowledge to a mortal like him, nothing came free; there was always a price to pay.
Ilwoo took a breath and said wryly,
"I will accept your proposal. I will become your successor."
