Alex and Lilith continued their disguised adventure through Noctra, experiencing the vibrant, chaotic, and strangely beautiful world of the Demon Realm's greatest city.
After leaving the underground fighting pits, where Alex had watched an ogre-like demon get thrown across the arena by a smaller but far deadlier shadow fiend, they stumbled upon an ancient-looking shop.
The store was small, hidden between two larger buildings, its door marked only by a glowing sigil that pulsed with strange energy. Inside, the air smelled of aged parchment, incense, and something faintly metallic—perhaps blood.
An elderly, cloaked demon ran the shop, his six red eyes glinting with wisdom. He greeted them with a raspy chuckle.
"Travelers, are you looking for something… unique?"
Alex browsed through enchanted rings, ancient scrolls, and forgotten artifacts, sensing the weight of history and power lingering in each.
