"I-I... will agree that you are stronger... but let me have that child," the golden figure pleaded, his voice sounding lifeless.
"Ohh, is the great dragon god of time, Kalzareth, pleading to some leech like me?" The red figure mocked without even looking back.
"Please... I don't have much time... I can tell, in a month or so my soul will perish. I wish to die after passing down my inheritance, or my soul won't know peace." The golden figure named Kalzareth pleaded again, this time with small tears dropping from his eyes.
In his whole life, Kalzareth had never pleaded with anyone. This was the first time he was doing this. He was desperate, but still, this hurt his pride to the point that tears were coming out of his eyes.