Azulus stood before a pawnshop tucked beneath Monochara's shadowed arches, her petite frame draped in a gothic dress of midnight velvet. Lace frills cascaded from her shoulders, framing the massive katana sheathed across her back, its hilt glinting with a faint runic shimmer.
The shop's lantern cast jagged patterns over the cobblestones, illuminating a cluttered display of curios behind a warped glass counter. Her eyes, sharp despite her mouse-like features, locked onto a single item: a Demonic Layer of Blue, a sheath of azure paper pulsing with arcane potential, promising to amplify spell concoctions.
She leaned forward, voice steady but laced with intent. "This Layer's been used, hasn't it? Its edges are frayed, the glow dimmer than a fresh cast. My Noble Tier One-A-Time Flowing Crystal should cover it, no?"
