Mist swirled around the edges of the Fractured Market, a chaotic borderland hidden between corrupted shards and forgotten code. Ruled by no one and feared by all, it was where champions of failed systems came to survive—or kill.
Elias stood at the gates, hood drawn, with Ishael beside him.
They looked like prey.
They were anything but.
> [Quest Progress: 0/5 Vassals Recruited]
Time Remaining: 39 Days
Objective: Establish Command
"Remind me," Ishael said, adjusting the dagger on her hip. "Why are we here instead of laying low and gathering strength?"
"Because power attracts power," Elias replied. "And this place… is full of souls desperate for a banner to follow."
She smirked. "Let's just hope they like yours."
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Inside the Market
The stench hit first—burned steel, rotting hope, and dried magic. Hundreds of stalls lined the shifting lanes, each run by a warlord, trader, or broken beast selling scraps of power for something worse than coin.
