"How about we make a deal?" Solam did not bother arguing grand principles with him. Though the elf before him spoke resolutely, claiming he would rather die for freedom, that sounded simple enough—but if it really were that simple, things would have been much easier.
In the strange and evil place that was the Abyss, even if mortals who came here died, they would not find release. Their bodies might perish, but their souls would still be enslaved, tortured, and twisted.
Simply put, they would never be able to rise again! Because they were already in the Abyss.
For freedom's sake, life itself could be cast aside.
It sounded beautiful, but in reality, it would not change anything. Just like the slaves who had died earlier, their souls might already have appeared in Yeenoghu's blood pool and become new demons.
So Solam gave them a better choice: do everything they could to stay alive.
"What deal?" Sure enough, after struggling for a moment, the elf asked hesitantly. These people actually had some vague idea of what awaited them; they had merely refused to admit it at first, believing there was still a chance they could be saved.
"Help me take this city, and I'll give you a chance to survive! What do you think? That's a pretty good deal, isn't it?"
If anyone else had heard Solam's terms, they probably would have smeared a lump of shit across his face! They had to risk their lives for him, and all they got was a chance to stay alive? Was there any deal more absurd than that? It was far too unfair!
But the elf knew Solam's terms were not actually bad. He understood perfectly well that the nature of the Abyss made it difficult for mortals to survive here. The