Set paused, considering the proposition. A soul contract was binding and could expose Apep's authenticity. The idea was intriguing, yet fraught with peril. Weighing his options, Set's mind churned, a thousand plots intertwining as he sought the perfect path to secure his destiny.
Set paused his intricate work on the divine pattern, his eyes narrowing as he looked at Apep. "If you are truly Apep, then breaking my seal should be child's play for you. Where is the demon snake that rivaled the god Ra? Are you so weak now?"
A cold snort emanated from the jar. "Humph! I have no desire to expose myself prematurely," Apep retorted. "I prefer to keep this matter concealed."
"And what if it gets out?" Set pressed. "It's not like you can truly die."
"True, I cannot," Apep's tone shifted, becoming more sinister, "but you can."