Carius could feel his hold thickening, the air around the dragon becoming more distorted. But he didn't say anything. It was paramount that Draktharion came to this realization himself.
Draktharion exhaled sharply, his molten gaze boring into Carius. His massive, clawed hands clenched and unclenched as if battling an unseen war within himself.
"I want a mana contract."
Carius remained silent for a moment, his eyes betraying nothing. Then, with a simple motion, a golden contract materialized in his hand.
It shifted fluidly as he engraved clauses into it with the motion of his fingers. When he was done, he sent it forward.
Draktharion caught it midair, his fiery eyes quickly scanning the clauses. It was to the point. No excess wording. No hidden manipulation. It contained exactly what he needed, nothing more, nothing less.
His expression remained stormy, but his taloned hand pressed against the parchment.
The contract ignited.
