Far above the Hollow Ring, the upper streets of Myriad Hollow sprawled in chaotic grandeur, woven through the underbelly of the Souldrift Shelf like a city hanging upside down.
Blackstone bridges twisted between bone towers; spirit lanterns burned with gentle azure light, casting ghostly reflections onto obsidian roads slick with abyssal mist.
Vendors shouted in guttural abyssal dialects, hawking everything from soul-threaded cloaks to bone-carved talismans humming with latent malice.
Above, the Eternal Moons glimmered faintly through cracks in the cavernous ceiling, their crimson glow seeping down and making every shadow seem alive, as if something watched from the dark corners of the city.
Yet even in this sprawling abyssal metropolis, there was one place where the pulse of trade, power, and ambition beat loudest— this was the Midnight Exchange of Myriad Hollow: a marketplace where everything—from treasures to bound souls themselves—could be bought…for a price.
