The Black Market was a labyrinth of shadows and whispers, a place where deals were struck in hushed tones, and secrets were currency.
Seth could feel the weight of a thousand eyes on him as he moved deeper into the market, his senses sharp and his mind calculating every step. The boss led the way, his posture stiff with tension, while the bandits lingered behind, their fear palpable.
Seth kept his expression neutral, his gaze flickering over the various stalls and booths they passed. Merchants displayed everything from rare herbs and magical trinkets to weapons that hummed with hidden power. This was a place where anything could be bought, as long as you had the right connections and enough coin.
The boss finally stopped in front of a large, ornate booth draped in rich fabrics. The mer
