He could only stare for a few seconds at the notification.
The word 'poisoned was all he needed to read to understand what happened.
His grip tightened so hard the bottle crinkled. For a heartbeat, he just stared at the label like his eyes might change it through anger. Those two who were now following him got their purpose and their goal confirmed.
Kael needed to get away from here; the Sun Clan wants him dead. Not "might." Not "could." Poison wasn't a warning. Poison was a decision.
"Healing potion, how much?" Kael asked. His voice stayed flat with effort. He didn't let his face show too much, because showing panic in front of Baltak felt like bleeding in front of a shark.
"Check the list again. Also, there is nothing worth 0 cores here anymore." Baltak smiled. That was what he missed the first time, it only stung more that he reminded him again. The imp's smile wasn't cruel exactly, but it wasn't kind either. It was the smile of a man who enjoyed being right.
