What Will of Hell didn't know was that this seemingly absurd idea was, in fact, exactly what Sterl wanted!
If Will of Hell truly intended to follow through with this, Sterl would be overjoyed and would accept it eagerly.
After remaining silent for a long while, Will of Hell couldn't think of any treasure worth offering. Feeling the increasingly hostile gaze from Sterl, it finally made up its mind.
"This time, it seems I really have to cut off a piece of flesh."
Will of Hell sighed in resignation. It never thought that, as the Ruler of Hell and the embodiment of the world's will, it would one day have to humble itself and make such a lowly gesture to please someone.
But if it didn't do this, it might not even have the chance to beg for mercy. After all, the mysterious invaders wouldn't care about its surrender. Once they killed it, Hell would fall into their hands, and accepting its submission would only be a redundant gesture.
