The shop's interior was dimly lit, a soft glow emanating from the various mystical artifacts that lined the shelves. The air was thick with the scent of incense, and the soft hum of a distant chant filled the room, creating an atmosphere of eerie calm. The walls were adorned with ancient tapestries and trinkets that seemed to watch Raika and her guards as they moved through the narrow aisles. Strange, ethereal light flickered from crystal orbs, casting ghostly shadows that danced along the floor.
The old man, with his weathered face and knowing eyes, led Raika and her guards to a back corner of the shop. His movements were deliberate, each step echoing the creak of the wooden floorboards beneath him. As they walked, Raika could feel the weight of the mission pressing down on her shoulders. Her mind was sharp, her resolve unwavering, but there was a heaviness to the air that she couldn't shake.
