"Halt!"
"Come forward, one by one!"
Under the cover of night.
Shadowy figures shifted restlessly, surrounded by a forest of blades and spears.
The arrowheads nocked on longbows and powerful crossbows glinted with a cold light, blanketing the area in a murderous aura. The sight made the Magicians, who had sensed the turn of events and were preparing to flee the Ghost Market, freeze in their tracks.
"To hell with this!"
The Ghost Market wasn't just home to legitimate Magician merchants; it was also a haven for Evil Cultivators and practitioners of the Evil Dao seeking refuge from disaster and persecution.
In fact,
the latter were far more numerous.
To achieve any real success in the path of Magic, it was nearly impossible without a powerful backer, without taking shortcuts, and without seizing resources for oneself.
When you got down to it, was there a single Magician in the Ghost Market whose hands weren't stained with blood?
