"You don't need to sign a soul contract with me. You can move freely within the territory I control. As a god, I trust you won't break your word. But I need to wash away the stench of hexes and the power of voodoo on you. Elves are deeply averse to troll hexes and voodoo. Without removing those two powers, you won't get anywhere in Quel'Thalas."
"Really?" Hearing that no soul contract was required, the lynx spirit happily made several sounds like meows. As for washing the hex and voodoo power out of his body, those were trivial matters, hardly worth mentioning.
He had originally thought he would have to toil for this elf, but instead, the elf had trusted him outright without even demanding a contract.
Definitely a feline, Patrick thought slyly.
With the lynx spirit's consent, Patrick poured out a great torrent of arcane power, startling the elves around him into thinking a major arcane accident had occurred. The outpouring arcane power slowly flowed into the lynx spirit's body. Pure arcane energy drifted out of the lynx's body carrying residual voodoo energy, the originally pale blue arcane energy turning purplish-black.
Feeling the arcane energy enter his body and forcibly carry away the witchcraft energy accumulated within him over many years, the lynx spirit was deeply uncomfortable, his body struggling slightly.
After a while, the lynx spirit crawled out of Patrick's sleeve and sat beside him like a kitten. Large amounts of purplish-black energy seeped out of the lynx's limbs, eyes, and mouth.
The lynx's sudden appearance made Alleria instantly draw her weapon and go on full alert. Then she sensed the stench of hexes spilling from the lynx, which made her extremely nervous, her nerves taut as she worried that this troll lynx might suddenly harm Patrick.
But