Nightmare stared at the contract parchment Mephisto handed over as if he had seen a ghost. He had no idea what kind of power the parchment contained, but the massive discomfort it gave him whenever he paid even a little attention to it—an unease that carried every kind of contamination, including mental and soul contamination—made him want nothing to do with it.
In short, this was definitely not a good thing.
Something that could threaten him and was clearly not good made him even more resistant.
"What is this?" Nightmare desperately leaned back in his seat, his back pressed tightly against the chair. From his body and mind to his expression, everything showed intense resistance and disgust.
"A contract," Mephisto said calmly.
"You call this thing a contract? This is simply..." Nightmare tried to find an adjective, but suddenly got stuck. He realized that no description seemed accurate for the energy on it.
"Only a contract like this can bind people like us." Mephisto spoke with utter conviction. "Hurry up and sign it. Other people might not even be qualified to sign this contract."
"I refuse!" Nightmare shook his head with absolute determination. Touch that dangerous energy? He would rather let this avatar die here!
"There's no need to be so resistant. This contract is a dual restraint. You'll only face that energy if you violate the terms written in it. If neither party violates the contract, then both the energy and the contract are harmless. You can use every method you have to verify what I said. I believe you have ways to do that," Luke explained from the side.
"Yeah, if you don't break the contract, what are you afraid of?" Mephisto added sarcastically. It would be even better if Nightmare exploded on the spot. First kill his