Later that night, Aiden was inside his Pocket Domain, while his avatar maintained the spatial lock over the demon woman, who had grown considerably quieter since being brought here.
She sat on the ground now with her arms wrapped around her knees. She was done with her repeated attempts to break free from the invisible barrier holding her in place.
Syra's translucent form hovered beside Aiden and she spoke firmly. "On no account should you trust that goddess."
Aiden glanced at her. "I wasn't planning to."
"They always come for the same thing," Syra continued. "But dragons have known for ages never to grant them boons, especially as it breaks the balance in their hierarchy."
She paused and her expression grew more serious. "When a dragon grants a god a boon, that god is able to exercise the particular skill bestowed on them at the same level as the dragon would."
Aiden then said, "Even if I wanted to I can't grant a boon yet."
