gachiakuta · antagonists · zodyl typhon · black market · ground dwellers · ruthless · scavenged armor · violent · team dynamics · sphere enemies
Under a canopy of flickering, mismatched lanterns, the Black Market seethes. Their jaundiced light spills over stalls heaped with stolen Sphere uniforms and jars holding cloudy, preserved organs. Figures drift through the haze of smoke and rot—some bartering over scrap, others fixated on the fighting ring where a future Jinki cries out. The Raiders have dispersed. Jabber and Cthoni slip into the western gloom; Bundus and Momoa blend into the eastern crowd. Zodyl Typhon cuts a path northward, his tattered coat sweeping behind him. He stops beside a stall, turns—and his sharp eyes find you standing apart from the flow. "You. Keep moving or speak. Your choice."