"You want to turn me into a slave," Elion said plainly.
The words caused a ripple of discomfort to pass through the arena, because while Maximus had not explicitly said it, everyone understood what that contract implied.
"A mana contract is not a slave contract," Maximus replied evenly.
Elion chortled softly as he met Maximus's gaze without fear.
"If you twist the terms enough… it might as well be."
His eyes hardened.
"You have already betrayed my trust once," Elion continued, his gaze unwavering. "Who is to say you won't do it again?"
Only Maximus knew what Elion was speaking of, but he didn't let it show in his face. He was old enough and experienced not to be goaded and swayed by mere words.
Elion added with absolute contempt, he added, "You can go fuck yourselves!" he spat onto the ground, his mucus mixed with the blood landing audibly onto the ground in front of him.
