The Abyssal raffle is open, draw your prize.
Thousands of Undead stood in the fortress square, queuing up to open treasure boxes, and despite several queues running simultaneously, they were still overwhelmed with activity.
Lind was beside himself with satisfaction as he tallied up Points, with new points coming in every second, which, after being credited, became useless numbers that carried no monetary value and simply vanished.
There were no refunds at his business, not even a need for a final word of explanation; he didn't owe anyone an explanation.
That's how we NPCs do business, always a fixed price, with no after-sales service.
As Lind happily reaped rewards, the Undead joyously opened their boxes.
The boxes included high-level potions that had never been seen before, concocted from the overused Heart of Calamity, with powerful negative effects but even more exaggerated positive ones.
