Wallace left the palace with the Soul Ring Scroll tucked safely in his robes. He made his way back to the shelter, where the bustling market awaited him.
The market was a vibrant place, filled with the sounds of haggling traders, the clinking of coins, and the occasional roar of a caged soul beast.
Stalls lined the streets, displaying a variety of goods ranging from potions and weapons to rare artifacts and beast taming supplies.
Wallace headed to one of the larger stalls run by a burly merchant known for dealing in soul beast essence crystals. He approached the counter, and the merchant eyed him with interest.
"Ah, young master Wallace," the merchant greeted him. "What brings you to my stall today?"
Wallace placed the essence crystals he had acquired from the man who challenged him the day before on the counter. "I have these to sell."