The Capital's Underground Black Market was a sprawling, subterranean city hidden beneath the pristine streets of the Aurelian Empire.
It was deeper and far more complex than the sewage tunnels of the Fern Kingdom. Using Julian Vance's blood-stained crystalline necklace, I bypassed the heavy, rune-engraved vault doors hidden behind a false wall in a seedy tavern. The guards took one look at the Marquisate's pass, bowed their heads, and let me through without a single question.
Looking down from the entrance platform, the illicit market unfolded before me like a dark reflection of the world above.
With enough money, you could get almost anything here. Illegal alchemical drugs that could kill a man without leaving a trace, military-grade gear supplied only to elite Imperial troops, forbidden grimoires, and worse.
But the marketing team of this underworld worked hard to promote their most lucrative flagship product.
Slaves.
