Before them stood a half-elf who looked quite old. He had pointed ears, though they were shorter than those of a pure-blooded elf.
The half-elf's face was covered in wrinkles. Even across a plane, Charles could sense that he did not have much life left.
The half-elf bowed and saluted the mass of black mist that was Charles.
He said respectfully, "Mighty demon, I am willing to offer you my loyalty. I only hope... I only hope that you can grant me a longer life!"
The half-elf's voice was almost trembling.
Clearly, Yvenjieling had threatened this man into joining the gathering, and it was not merely because his secret had been exposed.
More importantly, his half-elf lifespan was nearing its end, forcing him to seek other ways to extend his life.
Being corrupted by a demon and gaining demonic power was one such method.
Charles spoke in a voice brimming with majesty. "Pitiful half-elf, the flame of your life seems about to be extinguished."
The half-elf knelt on the ground and said bitterly, "Yes. I have lived for a long time, but I still do not want to die."
"I am willing to do anything. I only hope that you will bestow your blessing."
Charles said, "Extending your life is no difficult matter for me."
"But you must show your loyalty. I need to see your sincerity."
"Find me a spellcaster. I need one who can obey orders..."
The half-elf nearly begged, "My lord, I am willing to exhaust everything I have to complete the task you assign."
"But I am about to die. Could you please bless me first? Only if I live can I serve you better!"
Charles looked at the kneeling half-elf. The black mist churned as though he were enraged.
A tremendous pressure emanated from the