Shocked silence fills the room, chains still wrapped around both of our wrists, half flat black, half dark gold.
"This can't be? The favor of a true deity bound our agreement?" The Sect Master stammers.
"Can anyone explain?" I ask, looking down at our wrists. "Is this thing harmful?"
"As long as neither of you renege the deal, it's completely safe." Elder Song reassures me. "There's a few lingering effects though. You can't kill someone you once had a divine binding with without incurring the wrath of the natural laws. And you can't betray them either."
"All that for a few pills and a token?" I ask "That's a bit much don't you think?"
The chains have sunk most of the way into our arms now, leaving a Dragon and Sword tattoo. I wonder if that will fade or if I'm rocking in for life?
"It's only supposed to happen between Deity level beings making a formal pact." The Sect Master says.
Oh, Fudge. The agreement must have invoked the protection of the Dragon Gods.
