Let's see how much money I made.
Alden walked toward the Obsidian Exchange. The exhaustion from the fight was still there.
The walk back was uneventful.
No secret agents tailing him, no unexpected ambushes.
Just the sound of the bustling underground city.
It had been nearly five hours since he entered the Black Market, and there was still an hour till midnight.
His mind was still stuck thinking about the fight.
Who was Skullcrusher?
She was no ordinary fighter. Her ability, her skill—both far beyond what was normal. She had to be someone from a powerful background.
Just my luck.
I just hope she doesn't come after me with the whole 'How dare you defeat me?' cliché.
No…
He didn't think that would be the case.
She had accepted defeat too easily, and that smile… It wasn't one of resentment. It was one of interest.
He shook his head, dismissing the thought.