Shadorn Harbor in the dream, dock district.
The terrain here was completely different from reality.
The moment he stepped out of the carriage, Aaron saw that the original buildings had been razed flat. Only a gigantic black ship near the docks remained, broken in half. One half rested against the pier, forming the main body of the "Sunken Ship Haven" auction house.
Dilapidated, bizarre...
At the broken cross-section stood two lines of handsome young men and beautiful young women in white shirts and black waistcoats, like auction house attendants.
Aaron straightened his clothes. Seeing that the "evil spirits" here were as lifelike as living people, he paid it no mind and walked straight over.
Behind him, the coachman bowed respectfully in farewell, while Raya waved her little hand.
Aaron reached the auction house entrance and saw a beautiful maid with her hands folded over her lower abdomen. She gave him a docile curtsy. "Sunken Ship Haven welcomes your arrival, esteemed guest!"
Her eyes were vacant, but her features were lovely, and every movement she made was exceedingly polite.
Aaron even found her somewhat familiar. He seemed to have seen her in the local newspapers; she ought to have been the descendant of some noble family, a socialite.
But now, after being dragged into the dream, she could only helplessly become a maid.
Expressionlessly, he presented the invitation in his hand and was ushered into the auction house—the half of the ship's hull.
Tap, tap!
Rotting deck planks, walls covered in algae and shells, and the ominous, terrifying spirituality lurking within...
This auction house has really nailed the atmosphere.
Aaron gave it silent praise as he followed the maid through a short corridor and arrived at a cabin.
This had originally been a crewman's quarters or a gathering place. It was