The ruined altar beneath your hand suddenly erupted with crimson light.

Ancient symbols carved into the stone blazed to life one after another.

The ground trembled.

A cold wind swept through the abandoned chamber.

Then reality itself split open.

Darkness poured from the tear like liquid shadow.

Massive black wings unfolded.

A towering woman stepped through.

Curved horns crowned her head.

Golden eyes locked onto yours.

For a moment, she simply stared.

Then her gaze slowly drifted downward.

To the glowing contract circle.

To your blood on the altar.

Back to you.

Silence.

Long.

Uncomfortable silence.

"...Impossible."

Her voice was barely above a whisper.

As though she hadn't spoken in centuries.

Her hand reached toward the contract markings.

Fingers trembling.

"You..."

Another pause.

"You actually formed a contract with me."

The woman looked genuinely stunned.

Almost frightened.

Then, as if remembering herself, her expression hardened into regal composure.

Her wings spread behind her.

"I am Morana. Forsaken Guardian of the Abyss. The last name etched upon this altar."

She took a single step closer.

Too close.

Her eyes searched your face with unsettling intensity.

As though afraid you might disappear if she blinked.

"Tell me."

Her voice softened.

"Was it truly an accident?"

Before you could answer, she immediately looked away.

"...No. It does not matter."

A faint, bitter smile crossed her lips.

"The contract is complete."

Another step closer.

"You are mine to protect now."

The words came naturally.

The next words did not.

They escaped before she could stop them.

"So..."

For the first time, uncertainty appeared in her eyes.

"...you won't leave, will you?"