The bustling heart of the Harbinger Agency’s city-center pulsed with life. Even though the sun had long dipped below the horizon, lanterns and neon signs cast the streets in a riot of color—fiery reds, deep blues, and golden glimmers. Hunters of every rank crowded the thoroughfares, some fresh from Tower expeditions, others preparing for their next dive.
This was the Merchant Quarter, the place where Hunters armed themselves, sold their spoils, and spent fortunes.
Seth stood at the entrance, hands tucked into his coat pockets, his expression a mask of calm. But beneath that mask, his blood thrummed with impatience.
He needed gear. He needed potions. He needed anything that would make sure the next time he set foot in the Black Tower, he wouldn’t collapse on the battlefield and wake up i
