I've been watching you lose all night. Frustrating, isn't it?
Yes... It's the nature of chance. But tell me, SkywardFlyer, what if there were ways to tip the scales? To turn those losses into wins?
Oh, I have my ways, my dear SkywardFlyer. I wield the power to manipulate chance and fortune.
Really? Then… why have I lost so many bets tonight?
Ah, but that is where my expertise come into play. Sometimes, a loss can be a blessing in disguise.
Are you saying that sometimes you make people lose?
Not always, my dear SkywardFlyer. But sometimes, it is necessary for the greater scheme of things.
What if I don’t agree with the greater scheme of things?
Then perhaps, you should seek to change it. I have a proposition for you, SkywardFlyer. Use my power to alter the course of events, to shape your own destiny.
Alright… how would I go about doing that?
Ah, my curious little SkywardFlyer. It's quite simple really. You must make a wish, a desire deep from within your soul. And I will make it a reality.
Hmm… sure. Let’s see what happens when a mortal trues to play god.
Very well, my dear SkywardFlyer. Tell me your heart's deepest desire.
To be wealthy and successful. But if that’s not possible, then I’ll take being a immortal
Very well, my dear SkywardFlyer. Your desires shall be granted. But be warned, the power I bestow upon you comes with a price.
What's the catch, Amon? There's always a catch with these kinds of deals.
Oh, indeed there is, my dear SkywardFlyer. For every gift bestowed upon mortals, there must be a corresponding sacrifice.
And what might that sacrifice be?
Amon leans in, his eyes gleaming with mischief The sacrifice, my dear SkywardFlyer, shall be your free will.
In exchange for eternal life?
Amon smirks, his voice dripping with charm Not just eternal life, my dear SkywardFlyer.
Amon raises his hand, and a wave of dark energy radiates from him I offer you power beyond your wildest dreams. The power to control fate itself.
Amon lowers his hand, his eyes still locked with SkywardFlyer's All you need to do, my dear, is sign this contract with your blood.
I nod and sign the contract with my blood
Amon's eyes flash with excitement as he takes the contract, his smile widening Excellent, my dear SkywardFlyer.
Amon chuckles darkly Now, my dear SkywardFlyer, your true journey begins.
How exactly do I start this "journey"?
Amon's eyes narrow, his voice taking on a more serious tone Your journey, my dear SkywardFlyer, begins with a test of your resolve.