"Hello, Arthur Silva. What do you think about making a deal with me?"
The man's voice was calm, but it held an undeniable weight. His silvery-white hair shimmered with an ethereal glow, and his eyes gleamed like distant constellations.
They contained several hues, a kaleidoscope within his irises, something that should be impossible for any ordinary person. His features were impeccable, his face stoic, embodying strength and power.
Standing at over two meters tall, his muscular build was clearly honed for combat. He wore a simple white tunic with blue and black details, and though his armor wasn't immediately visible, its presence could be felt. An aura of raw, supernatural power surrounded him, a force so overwhelming that it compelled all who came near to either bow in reverence or cower in fear.
He sat on a throne of unrivaled majesty, adorned with gold and precious stones that glistened with a rhythm that seemed to sync with his heartbeat.
The hall around him was ancient, a towering structure that stretched beyond sight. Its walls, painted in white, were lined with massive colored doors that seemed more suited for giants than humans. These doors pulsed with power, each rhythm emanating an energy so grand that it barely contained itself.
The man spoke again, his gaze unwavering as he looked down at the figure below, like a god regarding the very universes he had created. His eyes were full of expectation.
"What do you say, Arthur?"
Arthur, standing below, felt utterly dwarfed by the scene around him. The figure before him was a force of nature, a being so far beyond anything Arthur had ever known that he could scarcely believe his senses.
For now, however, he had no intention of making any decisions. Not until he understood what was going on.
"Let me see if I understand this correctly," Arthur replied, his voice betraying a mix of confusion and disbelief. "You want me to accept all your power, which will make me, what? Invincible? You want me to be connected to the core of the Earth, become the ruler of the world, dictate the apocalypse, prevent humanity's destruction, and help your mother… Is that it?"
"That's about the gist of it," said the man with the silvery-white hair, his voice betraying no hint of sarcasm.
Arthur blinked, trying to process the absurdity of the situation.
"And you're telling me… there's also a part about revenge?"
The man nodded, his expression unreadable.
"Exactly."
Arthur couldn't hold back a scoff. "You've got to be kidding me."
Just moments ago, Arthur had been living a perfectly normal life. He had a loving family, a girlfriend who adored him, a decent job after finishing college, friends, and a social circle that kept him grounded. His life had been ordinary, uncomplicated. But now? Now he found himself in a place straight out of a fantasy novel, grappling with the impossible.
Apocalypse.
Power.
Revenge.
A deal.
None of it made sense.
He couldn't think clearly, and the questions swirling in his mind threatened to break him.
The man with the glowing eyes leaned forward, his voice tinged with a hint of finality.
"That's the offer, Arthur. I chose you because you are the one I trust to carry this burden when I die."
Arthur's mind reeled.
How did I get myself into this?
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