The mist swirled around the obsidian table. The ghostly projections of Damien's vassals sat in silence, looking at the floating images in the center of the room.
The Rat King Core, pulsing abyss mana. The heavy, rusted coils of Abyss Iron Chains.
"Indeed the abyss holds quite the uniqe amount of materials," Damien said, his spectral fingers tapping the table.
"This core alone seems to posses many times the amount of mana a regular tier 6 core on the surface can hold, And the Abyss Iron? It's dense enough to withstand incredible ammounts of pressure."
He looked around the table.
Alfred was a butler and assassin. Lyra was a more of a mage. Leona was a warrior. Barnaby was a merchant. Cipher was an information broker. Isabelle was a maid.
"To be honest I had long wanted to give hepheastus a contract gem," Damien sighed.
"However, I never found the right time with all the chaos."
He looked at the empty chair to his left. It was the only seat at the table that remained vacant.
