When Damon felt as if he was far enough, he directly used the system skill of the Blood Hall's Lord and teleported to the Blood Hall from the great plains.
In the blink of an eye, the grassy plains, the suffocating tension, and Aiden's maddening smile vanished. The world folded in on itself until Damon's boots struck the polished obsidian floor of his Blood Hall once more.
He exhaled slowly, his crimson gaze narrowing. On his interface, the number 2,500,000,000 shone like a mountain of gold, the proof that the trade had succeeded. He had actually expected this meet-up to be a lot more chaotic, but this was… different.
Damon stared silently at nothing in particular and then shook himself like a dog that just got out of water. "Fuck. That bastard is really something." He once again tried to shake off that creepy feeling clinging to his skin, but there was no denying it.
Just who the hell was the guy?
