Realm of Power: Werewolf vs Vampire
The Luminar Market was chaos in color.
Rows of glowing stalls filled the narrow streets, each run by an elf with the kind of elegant boredom only centuries could teach. Luminescent fruits hung from vines that swayed without wind. Bottled starlight floated in glass spheres. Charms made of feathered metal hummed with soft, living music.
Lyra’s eyes practically sparkled. “Oh my gods, look at that! It’s like Etsy and heaven had a baby.”
“Don’t steal anything,” I warned.
“Please,” she said, flipping her braid. “I don’t steal. I negotiate aggressively.”