For a place inside Hell, it was surprisingly lively.
Michael let his gaze travel higher, past the stalls and crowd. That was when he noticed it.
Not all the buildings were temporary wooden structures or metal frames.
Some were properly built.
And on a few of those, plaques and banners hung in clear sight.
He saw the stylized flask and leaf emblem of an alchemy organization.
Next to it, a sturdier structure bore a crossed blade and hammer symbol, the mark of a weapon association branch.
"So some supernatural organisations have branches here too," Michael thought.
It was not surprising when he considered it.
Where there were resources, there was trade.
Michael adjusted his cloak slightly and continued forward, mind shifting back to his earlier plan.
Information first.
Michael scanned it briefly.
Map stall.
Michael's eyes shifted in that direction.
