Within a small city in Winterfrost's territory, bordering the White Dragon territory to the north.
This place was called Blackiron City. Because of its remote location and position between two territories, it was governed by two lords while belonging clearly to neither. On top of that, it produced high-quality ore veins, attracting countless miners and treasure hunters and making the place even more chaotic.
Without a doubt, this was the Dark God Cult's favorite place to hide. Their various Rituals and dark research required vast sums of money, turning this place into the largest slave-trading center among the surrounding territories.
Yet today, the underground market of Blackiron City was deathly silent. The gas lamps on the steel frames overhead burned brightly, while thick green fog spread along the ground. Slave owners, buyers, and slaves waiting to be sold had all collapsed on the ground, their eyes streaming with tears. They were dead, and expressions of agony were frozen on their faces.
Huff~, breathe~
A figure wrapped in exotic-beast hide and wearing a homemade gas mask walked through the green fog. The mask had some beast-race technology in its design, but was mostly primitive. Most of its materials were bone and leather, with a ring of beast fangs decorating its edges.
No battle had taken place in the underground market, yet blood had nearly spread into a thin layer across the floor. Combined with the green fog flowing like incense smoke running backward, it gave the place a terrifying atmosphere.
With a creak, the old man in the mask pushed open the large iron door leading deeper into the underground market. That's right—this was Voodoo Warlock Baze.
Beyond a passage littered with dead guards was a dark, eerie church connected to the underground market. Green fog spread throughout it as well.