Leon had barely finished speaking when something appeared in front of his eyes.
A floating contract, rendered through the system interface in the same format as the agreement the trial overseer had presented him with before—clean, formal, the terms laid out with the kind of precision that suggested something considerably older and more authoritative than any human legal document was responsible for its structure.
He read it carefully.
The terms were straightforward. He would help Xyvarithiel recover her physical body and free her from the constraints of being the spirit of his Dimensional Hourglass. In return, she would help him with everything she was capable of, without holding back.
He looked up from the floating text to find her watching him with bright silver eyes, waiting with the particular quality of someone who already knew the outcome but was enjoying the approach to it.
