"If you're willing to burn the brilliance of life to exchange for a rose, then I think you must be insane."
When Angel saw this line etched in cursive on the wall, he knew they had already arrived at Zithraide's antique shop.
The shop was filled with various glass display cabinets, each brimming with marvelous treasures, a dazzling array to behold. The interplay of gold and silver, the transition between fantasy and machinery, and the ancient stone tablets alongside old scrolls of history.
As always, the splendor and wonder, and... as always, the opening lines.
"Those who walk in must have something on their minds. Noble guests, do you intend to trade your lifespan or your soul..." proclaimed Zithraide, who gave himself an imposing demeanor, elegantly walking to the front desk. Yet, before he could finish his words, he was stunned: "!!!"
"Why is it you again!" Zithraide exclaimed in shock.
