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As Merkall stretched out his arm and began to read the runes beneath him, his knowledge as a sorcerer came into play.

Suddenly, as the words fell from his lips, the chains wrapped around Zarek’s body began to move like venomous serpents, slithering across the spirit of his form.

The bindings slipped from Gabrielle’s hand and began to glow, coiling tightly around Merkall’s extended wrist. He felt like the king of the universe.

Every vein in his body pulsed with ecstasy, and adrenaline surged through him, fueling his desires and delight.

“Oh, yes... fuck,” he nearly had an orgasm, closing his eyes in sheer pleasure as he seized control of that ancient and powerful magic—chains forged by the Goddess herself to bind such a dangerous and untamable being.

When Merkall opened his eyes, breathing heavily with sparks still flickering in his pupils, his new servant stood before him.

“Show me your army, Zarek. Show me why you were so feared!” he commanded arrogantly.

Now he was the mast