The mana sea rippled once—softly—as if sensing that the conversation was nearing its natural end.
The goddess exhaled, and though her form was a mere silhouette of divine power, something in her posture told Pyris she had already shared too much.
"I won't explain more," she said finally, her voice calm but resolute. "For now, all you need to remember is this—none of your women are to play the game. Not a single one."
Pyris blinked, slightly caught off guard. "Why?"
"Because they have nothing to gain from it," she said flatly. "Unlike the others, unlike players here in the mortal realm and even on Earth, the game is not made for them. They won't receive what others do. No matter how far they go, it won't shape them the way it shapes those bound to that world. The rewards would be illusions. And worse… they might lose more than they could ever win."
A strange heaviness settled in Pyris's chest. He wanted to argue, to push, but something in her tone warned him against it.
