"A treasure vault?" Hutson's interest was piqued. He raised an eyebrow. "Do you actually have anything worthwhile in there?"
"Of course," Count Huen replied with unmistakable pride. He had absolute confidence in the wealth of his family's treasury.
Hutson tapped his fingers thoughtfully. "Then I hope it doesn't disappoint me."
His words were blunt, but nobles were used to such attitudes from powerful individuals. A sorcerer had no need to feign politeness—especially one who could kill a few people without consequence if necessary.
Count Huen hesitated, then gave a small nod. He briefly glanced at the treasures stored within the vault in his mind and reassured himself. It will be enough to satisfy him.
Without further delay, Hutson extended his hand, hovering it over the count's wounded side.
A dark vapor began to rise from the injury—the dark energy particles slowly dissipating as Hutson absorbed them into himself.
