The exterior of the bathhouse was a blend of traditional Emerald Glaze and modern architecture, with wooden beams and sliding paper doors that seemed to invite you into a realm of both history and comfort. The front entrance, framed by delicate lanterns, glowed softly, casting a welcoming light.Stepping inside, the air was warm and humid, infused with the faint scent of eucalyptus and lavender. The reception area was cozy, with soft lighting that cast a golden glow over the wooden floors, making everything feel bathed in a perpetual sunset. A friendly attendant greeted Jacky and Liam with a polite bow, her voice like a gentle melody as she welcomed them to the bathhouse.Beyond the reception, the bathhouse opened up into a spacious area divided into various sections. To the left, private changing rooms provided privacy and comfort, each equipped with soft towels, plush robes, and lockers for personal belongings. To the right, a row of showers ensured guests could cleanse themselves b

Lilith raised a brow, a flicker of suspicion dancing in her eyes. Mr. George had always been the least level headed among them, but waltzing into the ladies' bath wasn't his style. Something had definitely spooked him."Oh hey, Mr. George, what's up?" Lilith's voice was light, but her eyes were sharp, scanning his face with a calm exterior.Mr. George was still breathing heavily, his muscled chest rising and falling in a predictable pattern. Beads of sweat glistened on his forehead, and his usually composed demeanor was replaced by an urgent, almost frantic energy."I saw Liam... the hegemon," he gasped, his voice trembling with a mix of fear and awe. "He just left the sauna. Hurry up and find him."Lilith fell silent for a moment, her thoughts unreadable to Mr. George. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and then she gave a light nod."Sure, I'll get right on it."The moment she finished speaking, a mighty divine sense erupted from her petite frame, encasing the space around the bath and beg

Mystic Brilliance Auction House, located in the perilous danger zone of Emerald Glaze’s, within the heart of the major city. Newhaven, stands as a grim monument to the sinister dealings that transpire within its walls. The building looms ominously, its shadowed façade a stark reminder of its macabre reputation.Inside, the auction hall is vast and foreboding. The ceiling, a nightmarish display of cruelty, is adorned with life elementals, grotesquely nailed to the rafters. Their once luminous forms now flicker with a dim, tortured light, casting eerie shadows that dance menacingly over the patrons below. The air is thick with a palpable sense of dread and unspoken horrors.The main floor, while grand in its own right, is dominated by dark, polished wood and heavy, oppressive décor. The atmosphere is heavy with the stench of secrecy and corruption. The auction is not merely a transaction of rare artifacts but a grim marketplace where the enslaved and the forsaken are bought and sold. T

Mad Clown walked out of the private booth, an optimistic smirk on his face. The smirk stretched his lips into a manic grin, the kind that sent chills down the spines of those who dared to meet his gaze. His red and blue coat swayed dramatically with each step, a stark contrast against the dark and sinister ambiance of the auction house. He tugged at the lapels of his coat, ensuring it was perfectly aligned before adjusting his hat. The hat, a grotesque jester's cap, added to his already unsettling appearance. With a final self satisfied nod, he began his confident stride towards the stairs leading from the private auction booth. Shadow, in an ethereal form, hovered nearby. Even Mad Clown's heightened senses couldn't detect him in this state. Yet, he spoke with the confidence of one who knew he was ever present. "First phase of the plan is complete, now we move on to the next... I heard the mighty dragons of the Black Mountains resisted the Four Heavenly Maidens the most of all t

The demihumans freed themselves from the cells, but the iron slave collars posed a problem to their escape. Not only could the collars not be removed by those wearing them, but they also required something sharp enough to cut through iron."How the hell did he do it with his bare hands?" Zara cried out in frustration as she failed to break Leaf's collar.Leaf sighed lightly. "We can't remove them by ourselves, or they might detonate. We need to find the armory.""Hmm."Zara and Leaf decided to venture to the surface on their own while the rest waited for them within the underground prison. The outside was warmer, and the halls were dimly lit by torches, casting flickering shadows that danced along the stone walls.Zara and Leaf stuck close to the shadows, prioritizing stealth. After all, this place was littered with human blessed, and one wrong move could result in their heads on spikes, or worse, being sold to a twisted wealthy family.Their footsteps were light, barely a whisper on