The Snow Wolf King almost growled as he replied. "You primates always try to boast your intelligence, but then again, that's all you have. You depend on these so-called artifacts, blades, arrows, poison, seals, because you are fundamentally weak in nature."
Mark plainly smiled at that. "Yes, we know that. So, let's get back to the matter. Will you speak about where the weapons are held? If you are worried about betrayal, let's form a soul pact oath to make sure we keep our words."
"Pacts? Those silly things you use heaven as witness? Those don't work once you reach the transcendent stage. Don't you know that?"
Silence returned to the floor, only broken by the faint hum of power drifting from the ceiling sigils. Mark's eyes narrowed slightly as he turned inward, speaking to someone who wasn't there.
"Ark, what are our odds of controlling this beast with an AI core?"
*Ding!
