Hearing the words spoken by the small voice, Grey's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression turned cold. A faint baleful aura spread out from his body, carrying with it a terrifying killing intent.
Even though he did not release too much of it, it was still enough to make the surrounding temperature seem to plummet.
"Yes," Grey began indifferently. "We had a deal... so what exactly do you want in exchange for helping me?" he asked coldly.
The child-like voice remained silent for a few moments before finally replying.
"Simple really... I want freedom."
Hearing those words, Grey could not help but narrow his eyes further. With the abilities the mysterious existence possessed, coupled with the obvious traces of divinity surrounding it, Grey had long believed that it could leave his possession whenever it wanted, even if he tried desperately to stop it.
Thus, he had not expected such an answer.
