"Greetings customers, you look like this is your first visit to the Darklight Host Guild store. Was there anything in particular that you were looking for? Perhaps something suited to your Clan's technique?
We specialize in making recruitment items for Acolytes, as well as custom pieces targeted to specific styles," Karl greeted the mixed group of Peak Immortals who had just come into the shop.
The Immortals stared at the strange sight in front of them. A man from a species that they couldn't quite identify, or perhaps cultivating some strange technique that altered his body, was flanked by two Dark Elven Priestesses, and what appeared to be a fourteen year old Lycan girl.
And they were standing under a row of peerless grade items that were very clearly made by the Guild's crafters.
But even that was not the strangest part.
The man was labelled as being an Epic Grade creature, and he held the title of Branch Leader.
What sort of strange place had they been sent to this time?
