When Angel arrived at the Eighth Alley, looking at the bustling wide road and long street, it was truly hard to imagine this was the so-called "alley."
Isn't an alley supposed to be a deep, narrow path? Or perhaps, the people of the Sandworm Market have misunderstood the concept of "alley."
With continuous complaints in his heart, Angel walked into this broad and lively Eighth Alley.
Although the alley was different from what Angel had imagined, the bustling atmosphere and distinct shops made it easier for Angel to search for the house number.
Number 816 was a place selling live sandworms.
Number 817, the exterior didn't show what it sold, and there weren't many people at the entrance.
Number 819 was... the Elysium Pavilion. Although Angel knew the Elysium Pavilion had locations everywhere, the exterior here was intertwined with various sandworms, giving a subtle feeling. Is it meant for human entertainment, or sandworm entertainment?
