The Black Market was a stark contrast to the bleak, shadowy streets outside. The entire underground expanse was illuminated by enchanted lights hanging from the ceiling, mimicking daylight. It was an ironic choice, as if to mask the moral darkness of the place with artificial brightness.
Different stalls lined the winding pathways, their owners shouting and calling to passing customers. Each vendor displayed wares that ranged from the common to the outright illegal.
"Dragonbone talismans! Guaranteed to boost mana flow! Limited stock!" one merchant bellowed, gesturing to a collection of intricately carved bones.
Another nearby hawker rattled a small cage containing a shimmering, translucent bird. "Celestial Songbird! Just one chirp can put anyone to sleep."
Ray's eyes scanned the area, taking in the variety of people mingling through the market. High-ranking nobles in disguise brushed shoulders with rogue adventurers.