After I wrapped up my work with the Vakrt team, Rose caught my arm and flashed one of her ever-persistent smiles. "How about a tour of the facility?" she offered. "Since you're here, might as well see what other treasures we have for necromancers and dark mages."
"I'm not exactly a necromancer," I pointed out, falling into step beside her. "And technically, I'm more of a… hybrid dark mage with a touch of insanity."
She snorted. "Semantics. You're building a Lich from scratch, Arthur. That puts you squarely in the club, whether you like it or not. Come on, let me show you what our empire of gloom has to offer."
We walked through a sleek, futuristic corridor lit with soft blue light, the walls lined with display cases that held items ranging from mundane dark mana trinkets to artifacts that pulsed faintly with power. Each case had a holographic label hovering beside it, listing specifications and astronomical price tags that could make even a dragon choke on its hoard.
