Chapter 72 - 72: Truly Underground

Leaving the Cathedral, Kian Voss found a high-end specialty seasoning shop. He spent nearly 2,000 scrips—a small fortune—filling his backpack with various spices, salts, and flavor-catalysts.

As he walked away, Kian hissed through his teeth, cursing the "vulture merchants" of the Mid-Hive. Two thousand scrips for a bag of salt and dried herbs? It was madness. But it told him something vital: the Mid-Hive economy was on the brink of collapse. These basic seasonings were being priced as luxury goods. If things were this bad, who could afford to eat anymore?

Then, a spark of commercial inspiration struck. Wait... a seasoning business?

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