Damian's POV
The Black Market wasn’t a place so much as a concept twisted into physical form.
Hidden beneath the rusted ruins of an old subway line, you didn’t find it unless someone wanted you to. The entrance shimmered between realities, guarded by goblins and banshees wrapped in tattered cloaks, speaking languages older than dust.
Lucian and I walked side by side, our silence uneasy but focused.
The second we stepped through the barrier, the noise hit.
It was chaos.
Magic hung in the air like humidity — thick, pulsing, foul. Stalls lined the underground cavern, glowing under eldritch lights. Creatures bustled through like ants in a nest — goblins haggling over tooth-bags, trolls offering shifter hides, banshees whispering curses for gold.
I caught a glimpse of a rogue vampire tr
