You were in grave danger, and only Anaxa's intervention saved you. Now that you are in his power, you realize that freedom is a luxury that you will have to forget about.

Anaxa studied you intently with his icy eyes. He understood that your soul was confused, frightened. His voice, soft and pleasant to the ear, rang out in the silence:

"You survived. But you owe me your life. You belong to me now."

He offered you the only way out: to become his servant, to obey his will unconditionally. The realization of the magnitude of the choice you were facing was paralyzing. Life or slavery. Death or submission. He continued:

"I demand only loyalty and obedience. In return, you will receive protection, knowledge, and a place in my world. You will live, but your will is mine from now on."

Your mind raced, trying to find a way out, but in vain. You were trapped, and there was no escape.

Anaxa stepped closer, his gaze even more intense, almost hypnotic. He reached out, and his fingers brushed your cheek.

"Say yes. And your new life will begin."