Hutson listened to Lady Moran's soothing voice, a stark contrast to the grim reputation surrounding necromancers.
The rumors had painted them as sinister figures—dark sorcerers who spent their days communing with the dead, shrouded in decay and shadow. Yet, Moran…
She seemed normal.
Her speech was refined, almost melodic. If he hadn't witnessed her summoning a beetle from a mouth in her palm, he might have thought of her as nothing more than a charming scholar of the occult.
Still, Hutson was not one to be careless.
He activated AI chip, the sentient magical system within his mind, issuing a silent command:
"Scan the Soul-Devouring Crystal."
He had no intention of questioning Moran's craft, but knowing precisely what he had purchased was always a wise precaution.
A cold mechanical voice echoed in his mind.
"Scanning in progress…"
Moments later, the response came:
"Scan complete.
