Second Transaction

After Wiccan had completely absorbed the power of the souls bound by the pact, his entire body became somewhat distorted. All sorts of chaotic sounds could be heard from his constantly writhing form. At that moment, Wiccan was practically a grotesque amalgamation of countless souls. "Hehehe, my foolish son..." Mephisto laughed loudly as he walked over. His crimson feet stepped onto the ground, leaving deep footprints. When his huge hand reached out, Wiccan looked like a child by comparison. "Mephisto!