Obtaining five adult vessels at once, their memory glimpses overlapped in his mind.
Changing their control to mechanical, Hadrian pinched his nose with his eyes shut.
Baruch.
He had not just heard it, it was a constant name, and face, in all their memories. Hadrian was not surprised by the existence of organized crime outside the mage backed mobs.
In a city like this, with over seven million people, it was to be expected for minor bold groups to form. He'd gotten the number from one of the men's memories, whether it was true, he could not confirm.
Hadrian's head felt like it was filled with water but eventually, after not so long, he was back to normal. For now, at least.
In the long run, it'll be a problem. He thought.
Not just because of how they affected his mind, but more vessels meant more "individuals" to sustain.
While helping the poor family gave him a flowery feeling in his chest, it wasn't the main reason he'd done it.
