"Or you will die right here," Orion stated firmly, his voice laced with the weight of finality as he drew his sword from his ring. The threat hung heavy in the air, a stark reminder of the consequences awaiting Laison should he choose defiance.
It was clear that Orion's words were not an idle threat. The choice before laison was clear: comply or face certain death.
With trembling hands, Laison picked up the documents once more, his eyes scanning the contents of the mana contract. It was a binding agreement that would tether him to Orion's terms, He read it once more and then looked at Orion with a sense of desperation.