Not enough

After leaving the matter of the assassin to Devrok, Damien silently made his way to the second floor.

The echo of his boots against the marbled floor faded behind him as the panic downstairs began to settle. The heavy tension that had gripped the Harrier household slowly dissolved, giving way to a stillness that felt almost unnatural.

Inside his dimly lit room, Damien sat cross-legged atop a meditation cushion. The thick curtains muted the light from the crescent moon outside, bathing the room in a soft bluish hue. In his hand, he held a small black crystal no larger than a coin, its surface gleaming with an eerie, glassy luster. A faint coldness seeped into his palm as he held it, the surface oddly smooth, almost slick, like water trapped in solid form.

He stared at it, and a familiar interface flickered faintly before his eyes.

[Darkness Crystal; Crystallized form of extremely pure dark energy, generally used by cultivators to supplement their spells.]