Back then, Radeon had held to one simple principle. He would never use it to control people.
The reason was simple too. He had no wish to raise a force of small fries.
Heaven could be deciphered a thousand times and still keep a hidden tooth.
Like any sentience, it had its own streak of unpredictability.
The moment that flaw was found, a trusted ally could turn into a mortal foe, and that would do nothing but delay the true goal he had set before himself.
What Radeon wanted from the exchange of meridians was simpler, and colder.
Every meridian sample carried its own fragment of dao.
He could not make proper use of those fragments yet, but later was another matter.
In return, the recipient received a small share of dao from him as well.
Since Radeon was eldritch by nature, that touch let him sense where those disciples were, if only in a dim and instinctive way.
That was all he wanted from it. Not control. Only a mark, and the means to follow it.
