The parchment's golden glow painted the chamber in an otherworldly shimmer, flickering across Jemil's face like the grin of some cosmic trickster. The script shifted and swam as though the words themselves were alive, waiting to bite the moment he came too close.
[Choice: Sign the Contract / Refuse the Contract]
The system's prompt hovered in the corner of his vision, taunting him like a slot machine with only one reel.
Jemil rubbed his temples. "You know, if this were a video game, I'd be mashing the 'details' button until my keyboard broke. But nooo, my system just throws out vague warnings and expects me to gamble my soul."
Lyra's fiery aura flared, her arms crossed, her glare sharp enough to burn. "Don't even think about signing! That parchment stinks of corruption. I can smell it."
