The descent felt longer than he anticipated. As the elevator went deeper, the air grew cooler, and a faint, distant sound of activity reached his ears. When the doors finally opened, the sight that greeted Liam was wholly unexpected.
He found himself looking into a sprawling underground market. The expanse of the hall stretched out far and wide, resembling an upscale, modern mall.
Rows upon rows of kiosks and shops lined the perimeter, displaying an array of items ranging from the mundane to the mystical. Bright neon signs in various languages hovered above each vendor, advertising their goods and services.
The crowd was a diverse mix - from elegantly dressed elites examining rare artifacts to rugged mercenaries haggling over weapons. The murmurs of negotiations and the occasional laughter filled the air.
But what was more striking was the undercurrent of energy in the place, the unmistakable aura of ascendants.
