Looking at the young infant in front of him, Logan sighed and cut his finger.
He looked at the small dragon who was being held against its will, its large eyes looking at Logan with a pleading look.
"Look, I am currently not the one giving orders, and you know you are not a child; you need to be tamed, and I need a powerful creature.
How about it, we work together, you get more darkness crystals, get stronger, and I get a new creature I can work with, we both win."
Logan placed his hand in front of the creature, and it struggled a little, trying to reel itself back, but noticed that Logan stopped his hand just over it.
The small dragon looked at Logan, then at the hand that was stretched just a few centimeters before it.
As if thinking of what it was going to do.
It looked down at the hand, then back at the formless spirit, and then grunted in exasperation.
It outstretched its own palm and placed it on top of Logan's.
