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[Ding....!] Hearing the system notification Pyris smiled.

'Typical!' he thought.

[.... Make a deal with the Star Devourer and conquer her!

Reward: Upgrade of Lust Copy!

Mastery in Devourer Arts upon reaching Rank 17!] Pyris grinned.

There was something more about him, something that set him apart from the others she had dealt with. It wasn't just his handsomeness, though that certainly didn't help her concentration. It was the aura around him, something dark and primal, that called to her.

She shifted her stance slightly, trying to ignore the tug she felt toward him.

"Sigh," she breathed, allowing herself to relax. She had no reason to keep up the charade now that he had seen through it. "No need for these theatrics anymore, I suppose."

She placed her hands on her hips, tilting her head as she observed him with curious eyes. "How did you know?"

Pyris chuckled softly, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees. "Let's say, Ammit, I know enough about you to give myself an edge." Pyris was enjoying not just her body but her astonishment.

The name Ammit fell from his lips with such ease, and it felt like a slap to her face. Her eyes widened again, and this time, she staggered back slightly, her confidence shaken.

No one knew that name, not here—not anywhere in this realm.

"You..." her voice was shaky now, the cool mask slipping. "You know my name?"

Pyris smirked, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Oh, I know more than that. Ammit the Star Devourer, the one who reigns over darkness and illusions alike. The queen of disguises."

Pyris was trying to show her he wasn't an easy target as she had thought, this gave him an edge as Ammit would grow more cautious with her next actions

Her shock was palpable, her mind scrambling to understand how this boy had learned of her true identity. Ammit was no ordinary demon—she was a powerful entity who had walked the empires for centuries, deceiving kings, empires, and now, the Sunstone Empire itself.

She was unknown by everyone in the mortal realm!

Pyris stood up, his eyes locking onto hers, and for the first time, Ammit realized how deeply outmatched she was—not in rank, but in cunning. "You…" she whispered, still trying to gather her thoughts. "What are you?"

Pyris didn't answer immediately. Instead, he stepped closer, his presence dominating the room. The dark aura that surrounded him seemed to deepen, and for a brief moment, Ammit, the legendary devourer of souls, felt a flicker of something she hadn't felt in centuries: fear.

But she buried that emotion quickly, forcing a smirk onto her lips.

She couldn't show weakness now. "Tell me, boy, why shouldn't I kill you right here and now?" she asked, her voice regaining some of its composure. Her hands sparked with dark energy, a subtle threat hanging in the air.

Pyris shrugged, his expression one of complete ease. "You could try," he said nonchalantly, "but your identity would be revealed to the entire empire. Trust me, you'd be dead before I hit the floor. But not by your rivals but someone else. No, Ammit you won't even reach an inch near me before you dies."

Ammit blinked, her confidence faltering once more. What he said made sense.

If this boy had the audacity to come to Kassius's fortress, surely he wasn't alone or defenseless. If she made a move, it could alert every powerful faction in the Dominion, and her entire illusion would come crashing down.

Besides, something about him made her hesitate—he had a strength she couldn't quite place.

She folded her arms below her jugs as they giggled, clearly weighing her options. "So, if you're not here for a fight, what do you want?"

Pyris smiled, sensing her curiosity piqued. "I want the arcane gauntlet."

Ammit's eyes darkened again, the tension in the room spiking. "I can't give you that," she said firmly, stepping closer to him now. "The gauntlet ensures my stay in power, and you know exactly what that means. But as for the general..." She smiled, darkly. "I can give you his head. I kept it well preserved. But what do I get in return!"

Pyris raised an eyebrow, genuinely intrigued by her offer, but he shook his head. "No. I want both. The gauntlet and the general's head." He didn't address the last question of hers.

Ammit's eyes flickered with suspicion, her gaze narrowing. "And why would I give you both? There's no way you expect me to fall without a fight."

"Who said anything about a fight?" Pyris countered smoothly, stepping closer to her. He could see her muscles tense as he moved into her space. "I'm not looking for a fall-out with a woman as beautiful and powerful as you. Not when we could be partners."

The word partners hung in the air, and Ammit's curiosity deepened. "Partners? In what?" She smiled inwardly, he was tapping into the regions she wanted.

Pyris gave a small, knowing smile. "Partners in ruling. I don't want to take your empire away from you, Ammit. I want to build something even greater."

Ammit studied him, still cautious. "Our interests clash, boy. We both know that. So, what exactly do you have in mind?"

"No, our interests don't clash," Pyris said, his tone smooth as silk. "You see, someone wants the gauntlet. They're willing to pay me handsomely for it. But, I'm crafty—I've already come up with a plan to give them what they want while ensuring you keep your place at the top."

She chuckled softly, her defenses relaxing just slightly. "You're planning to steal from your employer? Clever. I give you that."

"Not quite. I'll give them the gauntlet they expect," Pyris said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "But you'll get it back. And for that, we'll need to sign a contract." He had already come up with a plan the moment the system gave him the mission.

Ammit's eyes widened slightly at the mention of a contract, her interest fully piqued now. Contracts in this realm, especially the ones Pyris was referring to, were iron-clad magical agreements, designed by witches and bound in blood.

Once a contract was signed, there was no breaking it without suffering severe consequences.

"And what do I get out of this?" she asked, her voice silky. "I'm not handing over my power for free."

Pyris smiled wider. "Simple. You get to keep your empire, and I help you rise even higher. I establish my business empire here in the Sunstone Empire, and with me backing you, there won't be anyone who can challenge your rule."

Ammit's eyes gleamed with interest. This boy was clever—he knew how to play the game. She couldn't kill him without serious consequences, but if she played along, she stood to gain even more power than she had now.

Although rising to power like he wanted wasn't easy like he made it sound given the other warlords's influence in not only the Midnight Dominion but the whole Sunstone Empire.

Not to mention the king was also still holding on what was left of his empire, the little control he had. But Ammit had faith in her's and Petne's power if they joined forces, they could cripple the empire more and then gaining control over it eventually.
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If she was going to do it alone, how far and how fast easy it would be with Petne in the mix, and so she believed it. Extra help was welcome and the empire was vast for them divide, a huge piece of cake for the two.

After a long, tense silence, Ammit extended her hand. "Alright, boy. Let's see this contract."

Pyris nodded and pulled out a blood contract, the kind only witches could create. The terms were clear: Ammit would hand over the gauntlet temporarily, Pyris would return it within a set time frame, and they would solidify their partnership in building a new empire.

Pyris moved around with these contracts thanks to his mother's pestering.

The contract was signed in blood, the ink shimmering with dark blue mana as their names were sealed into it. There was no going back now.

Ammit handed him the arcane gauntlet, the cold metal brushing against Pyris's skin as it passed into his hands. Her half-naked form stood impossibly close to him now, her presence intoxicating.

Pyris smiled, his heart racing with excitement. "System, create a replica of this gauntlet," he ordered in his mind. The system responded instantly.

[Ding! 400,000 LPs deducted!]

A perfect replica of the gauntlet was created, a flawless copy that no one in the Eclipse Syndicate would be able to tell apart from the original—at least, not for the next week. Pyris pocketed the replica, then handed the original back to Ammit.

"Here's your gauntlet," he said, handing it back.