Hades had spoken, while Strax kept his eyes locked on Kryssia…
Inside, he wondered if this truly was the only solution — to sell himself in order to save her.
It was the first time his pride had ever faced something like this. In some twisted, inexplicable way… for the first time, he felt like a dragon. Finally part of this reality.
Saving Kryssia wasn't just an act of protection.
It was self-preservation of the soul. A war waged within his heart.
Strax remained silent, his gaze fixed on the floating system window in front of him. Hades' words still hung in the air like a sentence — a dark promise wrapped in absolute certainty.
[Do you wish to become the Vessel of the Underworld God 'Hades'?][Yes] / [No]
His breath was heavy. The air around him trembled, filled with something ancient — something greater than himself. It whispered through the cracks between worlds, cold and absolute.
He looked down at Kryssia once more.
