Carl, holding an old pocket watch, revealed a satisfied smile. I was just worrying about how to get in, and then someone delivered the key right to my doorstep. I didn't lie to him, though. Ordinary people who enter the Dark Market are just treated as food and eaten. By giving it to me, at least it could be exchanged for some money.
The pocket watch emitted a crisp CLICK, indicating the entrance's location.
Carl turned and stepped toward the wall to his side, his body disappearing as if sinking into water. At the same time, a faint aura of Spirit Light emerged from the pocket watch, enveloping him.
To enter the Dark Market, one needed a special token, a token that would indicate the entrance's location each time the market opened; this worn-out pocket watch was precisely one such token.
His vision blurred for a moment, and then the scenery suddenly changed.
