No. I'm just overthinking it.
Alden forced himself to turn away, but the unease was still there at the back of his mind.
Just what I needed.
Some old, mysterious woman with a cryptic prophecy.
He took a deep breath to calm himself.
Man, why can't life just be simple?
Dismissing his useless thoughts, he continued his walking.
He still had nearly an hour before the designated time to meet Cipher.
He walked deeper into the black market.
Eventually, he entered a new area, one that made his jaw tighten.
Many rows of tents were situated ahead.
They were heavily guarded by men carrying weapons, their eyes scanning the surroundings with practiced indifference.
Even without seeing inside, Alden already knew what they were.
The auctions.
He didn't stop.
He didn't need to.
People were being sold in those tents. Slavery was very common inside the black market.
That didn't mean he had to be okay with it.
He was in no position to do anything about it.
