Red Sun
"If he willingly signs a mana contract," Atticus's cold declaration resounded through the hall, and in the next instant, the scene suddenly became eerily quiet.
It was as though those present were trying their hardest to comprehend the implications of his words. None of them expected those words.
A mana contract.
The same contract that binds the contracted for life and would instantly end the life of said individual if he/she breaks the words written in it?
That same contract!?
Gerald's processing speed seemed slow as he tried to process what Atticus had just said. But in the next instant, as soon as he came to this realization, Gerald's eyes blazed as the golden light encompassing his form flared, an intense wave of heat sweeping across the area.
Gerald's voice once again boomed, "Never!" as he took a step closer to Atticus. "You would turn my brother into a slave!?" He seethed as he inched closer to Atticus.