"You have successfully formed a master-servant contract with Aetrexa."
As the system prompt echoed, the weight on Orson's chest finally lifted.
"I, Aetrexa, do not serve you. I serve my people. You'd do well to remember that," she said, kneeling on one knee. Her silver eyes burned once more with divine resolve. "Should you harm them, I would rather let the contract tear my soul apart."
"That's fine. I can give you that promise," Orson replied coolly.
With the restraints lifted, a group of six priests led by Stewart cast healing and purification spells over Aetrexa.
Moments later, her injuries fully healed, the radiant glow of her silver armor burst forth. The aura she released was overwhelming—an immovable war goddess had returned.
Orson's eyes gleamed. As one of the few native Infinite Dimensions residents with significant growth potential, Aetrexa's combat capabilities were immeasurable.
