It seemed to take the man all of the energy he had to eek out these words. He was nothing but a normal warrior of a Tier 1 legion. He had been conscripted like many others here as this star segment was his home. Running meant death for not only him, but his family as well.
If he could buy a talisman and a few pills from this high elf, it would be worth it if he could preserve his life. But if he was scammed… who was he to seek reparations from an offspring of a hegemon?
Dyon slowly opened his eyes, causing his aura to multiply many times over. In that moment, the bustling bazaar became eerily quiet. Some even looked toward the man with eyes of pity. Who asked to say something so foolish?
Dyon smirked. 'High elf, is it…?'
