The younger brother's anxious voice began to show signs of fluctuation.
He looked out the castle window at the moonlight about to fall; without the stability of the God, the Undead Realm began to wander in the void once more.
It would devour the stars in the sky, and every time a star fell into the Undead Realm, it would be a revelry.
And this movement would break almost all positioning; he knew his time was running out.
"Brother... Brother... do you... remember the past? I... am... your... brother... ah..."
Or's voice grew weaker and more intermittent. Ao Xi checked for a long time but could find no issues with the contract; that faint unease was suppressed.
He extended a dry, withered hand. Even after thousands of years, despite his twisted mind, he seemed unable to let go of that shred of kinship; he pressed down.
The contract was signed.
"Brother... come..."
