In a corner of Astral Plane space, a figure whose entire body resembled a mass of black mist slowly emerged beneath the starlight. Deep darkness draped over it like a cloak woven from the night itself, its drifting haziness resembling a dancing spring of shadowy gloom.
Within that cluster of shadows, only a pair of dark purple eyes flickered in and out of view amid the surging black fog.
Clearly, this was the projection Punk often used. Following the coordinates provided by the Candy Merchant, the Legendary Mage, who had already finished producing a certain quantity of potions, had just arrived in this remote region of Astral Plane space through his projection.
Here, the Faerun plane's gravitational influence had become almost imperceptible. Within the vast, silent vacuum, only a few negligible specks of astral dust drifted slowly through the range of perception.
However, after surveying the nearly empty and deathly silent surroundings, the caster who had just deployed his projection still nodded in satisfaction.
For Legendary powerhouses of such exalted status, this sort of furtive rendezvous seemed somewhat undignified. Yet everyone had to admit that such inconspicuous, remote corners were precisely suited to the trading habits of Legendary merchants.
Gloomy, obscure, mysterious...
In this lamentable era, two Legendary professionals could never make an exchange of supplies too open and aboveboard. Even when the Chairman distributed rewards, he merely designated a secluded location in Astral Plane space to deposit the materials, leaving them there for whoever received the coordinates to retrieve in secret by whatever means they could.
Once one recognized this reality, any Legendary professional could likely perceive a fact: face-to-face circulation of supplies between Legendary powerhouses seemed even more difficult than simple verbal communication, and the River of Fate's warnings in this regard were far more severe.
Thus, completing