Capital, Black Market.
The mountains stood silent, shrouded in a cold mist, and the chilly moon hung in the sky. Cold stars floated above, resembling scattered chess pieces on a board.
Under the night sky, the valley was desolate and cold, with a faint breeze gently rustling the black veil of the night. The gentle moonlight flowed quietly, sprinkling sporadically on the leaves, casting a light green hue.
A bowl-shaped valley nestled among the mountains, with the entrance being a naturally carved grand canyon. The entrance of the canyon was equipped with mechanisms, and a massive stone door blocked the way.
The Black Market only opened at 10 in the evening, but there was still about fifteen minutes until then, and many people were already waiting in front of the huge stone door at the canyon.
Everyone was dressed in black cloaks, wearing hats and covering their faces with veils. Only their eyes were visible.
