A crowd had gathered around a new figure in the bazaar—a peddler who had unfurled his wares upon a worn mat; each scroll seemed to glow as if to attract each passer-by along the road.
The peddler's voice cut through the din…
"Step right up, brave Survivors! Behold the scrolls that can turn the tide of your fate!"
His hands danced over the scrolls laid out before him, each one inscribed with runes that pulsed with potential.
Raze edged closer, her curiosity piqued by the assortment of skills on display.
The peddler only placed the name of the Survivor Skill, and there were no explanations whatsoever. However, it wasn't that important.
After all, just by learning the name of the skill, they could already tell what kind of ability they'd get once they used the scroll.
