Chapter 88: Rank 5 Spark
The tent looked large from the outside, but inside, it was something else entirely—vast and almost surreal, as if some illusion had been cast to bend space itself.
From the entrance where he stood, Adyr could see long rows of shops stretching out to either side. Their front displays were lined with strange objects, most of which he didn’t recognize, clearly arranged to draw the attention of anyone passing by. In some cases, there were cages and reinforced chains, displaying various Sparks like exotic merchandise.
He tilted his head upward and noticed additional floors above. From what he could tell, there were four levels in total, reaching all the way to the tent’s towering ceiling. The structure reminded him of a colossal shopping mall, though everything here was grander—and far from ordinary.
Around him moved beings from all sorts of races, each one unique in appearance. None of them looked ordinary. Even the weakest among them, at a glance, gave off a subtle but unmistakable sense of danger that Adyr didn’t ignore.
But what truly seized Adyr’s attention stood at the very heart of the tent. When he first stepped inside, he had wondered why there were no guards stationed at the entrance, no one checking identities or asking questions.
Now, as he looked ahead, he understood.
There was no need.
A skeleton towered in the center, so vast its spine seemed to rise endlessly, and its cracked skull pressed against the peak of the tent like it was too big for the world that now held it. Its bones were a deep, petrified blue, etched with scars and fractures that told of battles beyond mortal scale.
Adyr’s breath caught in his throat.
His body stiffened, not from fear, but from something older—something deeper. His instincts screamed to lower his head, to avert his gaze, to kneel before a presence that should no longer exist. Every cell in him vibrated with a quiet command: submit, respect, remember.
There was no life left in it, yet its presence swallowed the air.