"Stay still," John coldly said to Lanmar, his voice cutting through the giant's remaining bravado like a sharp razor.
"If you want me to create more holes in your body until you can't move, then be my guest. But forget about running, forget about dying. You'll live to serve me and other humans, Lanmar! You'll learn exactly what a fallen race is capable of when pushed to the edge."
John held the finger-sized golden scroll in one hand, moving it steadily towards one of Lanmar's many oozing wounds. He had already placed a single drop of his own crimson blood on the parchment, binding the Master-end of the contract to his own. Now, it was time to test the validity of the Bulltor's claims and the System's ability to enforce alien laws.
