After a round of fierce arguing and cursing,
The Devouring Mouth still briefly reached a simple agreement with the Son of the Sea God before it.
But this time, it was obvious the Son of the Sea God would not be as stupid as he once was.
Ten thousand years of imprisonment and a life of escape had taught this former Son of God a lot, letting him taste the cruelty of the world.
"I can help you, but there is one condition you must fulfill. Hold a ritual for me and let me truly fall into the Abyss.
I want to bind my soul to the Abyss, so that even if I die here, my soul can return to the Abyss and be reborn.
I want to truly belong to the Abyss."
"Looks like you've finally recognized reality. Trying to stand in the middle and please both sides was never going to be as easy as you thought." Saying this, the Devouring Mouth couldn't help but let out a laugh.
