"You said you wanted to make a deal. A deal will not be made if both sides don't offer something of equal value, isn't that right, Lord Nandi?" Shiva's words cut through the tension, his smile so genuine that it seemed almost grotesque.
Vasuki's eyes widened at the human's audacity, enraged that such a seemingly insignificant being would dare to speak of equal terms. Yet, the serpent held his tongue, recognizing the necessity of Shiva's cooperation.
"We know that, that's why I am here," Vasuki responded, locking eyes with the necromancer.
"As long as you can resurrect the calf, you will have my gratitude. I will back you up and sponsor you to climb the tower."
The offer was substantial—the gratitude of one of the underworld's strongest beings and sponsorship from a force akin to a high-ranker. Surely, such a boon would be immense. Yet, Shiva's calm demeanor remained unshaken.
Forsaken by the Gods, I made a contract with the Demon King