Merchant: (leans back slowly)
"Two centuries ago… a man came. Half-demon, half-human. By looking at his appearance, he seems to be strong. He had completed the quest and earned some… an Ancient Coin."
(pauses)
"But he never returned."
Kael, "What happened to him?"
Merchant, "No one knows. Some say he entered the strength to that of God-Level. With this much power, it will be useless for that coin."
"Ancient coins look normal like others but only have palm shapes on its front."
Kael, "But I want to trade. I need the map fragments, is there anything I can trade for?."
Merchant, "Then bring me what I ask for. No Ancient Coins… no map. I don't deal in hope. I deal in price."
There was no room for negotiation.
Kael clenched his fists lightly, then slowly turned away.
The city of Graylight was quiet—but not in a peaceful way.
The streets felt like echoes. Like voices that were once loud had gone silent.
