With each battle the traveler challenged Raiden to and with each loss of his size after being drained from a forced climax from the winner of his duel. The duels became harder and harder. Not only because of the increasingly large size difference but it was as if everytime Aether lost a match to the Shogun of Inazuma, he lost something else inside him. Something he could never get back. His dignity? His Pride? His sense of self?
He shook these puzzling thoughts from his mind as he looked up at the now towering goddess before him. She looked so beautiful... so superior... she should be worshiped... she needed to be worshiped. These were the only thoughts that circled in his mind as Raiden continued to have her way with her tiny, little loser.