"And beyond the ethical horrors, the ritual also puts the caster at risk. If the target's soul proves too resilient, possesses some kind of counterattack powers, or if any unexpected interference disrupts the process, they might end up the slave themselves."
Malakor's situation was a living example.
"...What are we going to do then?" Soren asked, his eyes narrowing at Malakor. "Do I need to take him with me, or should he still stay at the bureau?"
"...Well, we don't own him, and you are his master now, so you should be free to take him away. However, you should still discuss it with the president and get his permission," Elenaria replied after pondering for a moment.
"I see. Then we will take our leave for now." Soren nodded before reaching the wheelchair's handles and turning Ethea toward the exit. He paused briefly, glancing back over his shoulder at the bowing panther. "As for you... Stay here until I return."
"...Understood, Master."
