The guards eventually brought Elian and Bianca into an opulent meeting room. The atmosphere screamed top 1% from the gilded trim to the red silk draped across every surface. It radiated prestige and beauty, yet Elian squirmed inside.
How much does all of this cost? What if I break something?
Bianca chuckled as she pulled Elian toward one of the couches. She pushed him to sit on it. Immediately, a soft creak echoed. Terrified of having to pay for damages, Elian moved.
A thin lattice of Living Metal webbed through the couch legs, quietly reinforcing the frame as he sank down.
"You are no fun, feel free to break everything, Elian. Don't worry about the costs. I do not think you understand how much money I have," the witch teased.
Elian smiled wryly. He had no worries with turning dungeons into dust, but somehow, being careful with furniture was something ingrained in his being.
