"Still, the gains are not bad," Hye muttered, watching the last of the stragglers disappear into warp.
He didn't bother to give chase. Those who fled into the local universe held no further value for him.
Over the course of the day, his appetite for standard, normal bones had begun to wane; they were becoming the lowest denomination of his currency, cluttering his inventory with a value that felt increasingly negligible.
Unless he stumbled upon an exceptionally high grade of normal bone, they were effectively useless in his eyes. Instead, his focus had shifted entirely to the future: the Dark Realm bones.
Their value was astronomical—sky-high compared to anything the local markets had ever seen. After twenty years of the Toranks dominating the trade sectors with standard bones, the market had reached a point of saturation.
It was stagnant, bloated with common currency. Introducing a different, higher grade of bone was the only logical answer to maintaining economic hegemony.
