đ Scene â Into the Forbidden Streets đ
The streets of the Beastmaster Kingdom pulsed with life beneath the cover of darkness. Lanterns flickered over cobbled alleys, drunken nobles laughed in distant taverns, and merchants whispered secrets in smoky corners.
But none noticed the shadow slipping silently through them.
Cian Archdemon.
Black hood drawn low, silver hair hidden, eyes colder than the night itself. Beside him, Eira, blades hidden beneath flowing black fabric, violet eyes gleaming with that familiar, dangerous mischief.
The Divine System buzzed coldly:
[Divine] >> >> Environment scan â COMPLETE â
[Divine] >> >> Target density: moderate â
[Divine] >> >> Threat level: insignificant â
[Divine] >> >> Katana evolution opportunity: PRESENT â
Cian's silver gaze swept the alley, stopping at a distant commotion.
A small auction â illegal â hidden beneath the guise of a rundown warehouse.
Perfect.
Eira smirked. "Tch⊠forbidden market? You spoil me, Highness."
Cian said nothing.
Inside the warehouse, cloaked figures huddled â traders, hunters, mercenaries⊠and something more dangerous lurking among them.
Rare beasts. Forbidden artifacts. And whispers⊠of mutated bloodlines and cursed weapon fragments.
Cian's eyes sharpened. His katana pulsed faintly beneath his cloak, as if it, too, sensed prey.
Tonight?
He wouldn't just explore.
He would hunt.
He would evolve.
And this world?
Would remain blissfully ignorant⊠until it was far too late.
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Say "Auction Infiltrate" to continue this scene inside the forbidden auction.
Or "Hunt" to provoke a deadly encounter now.