Thurianz: Primordial

Chapter 4: Enigma Bazaar.

As the sky darkened, Spio had dozed off in his chair. Suddenly, Professor Windstrider gently tapped him on the shoulder, waking him up with a start. She softly said:

"Alright, Spio, let's go."

Curious about how witches lived and did business among humans, Spio asked, "Sure. But, Professor, where is your family's store located? What city?"

Professor Windstrider smiled slightly, her gaze enigmatic. "It doesn't belong to any city, Spio. It's a rather unique place. You'll understand when we get there."

The two stood before the door to the interview room Spio had entered earlier. Professor Windstrider opened it, revealing the nighttime scene of a glittering city. The light from tall buildings reflected on the river's surface like a silver ribbon, while streets lined with golden lights intertwined with the skyline's blend of ancient and modern architecture. The chilly autumn air added to the sense of mystery, while distant car horns formed the symphony of urban life.

"Welcome to London," she announced.

"London? But I thought you said it doesn't belong to any city?" Spio asked, puzzled.

"That's correct, because we haven't reached the place yet! But it's late now, so I thought we'd grab something to eat first," the professor replied.

After dinner, they strolled through London's vibrant streets, eventually moving onto dimly lit alleys. At last, they arrived in a deserted area. Entering a cul-de-sac, the professor took Spio's hand and said, "Alright, now we're truly there."

She pulled him straight toward the wall, causing Spio to close his eyes in alarm. When he opened them again, Spio found himself standing in a bustling marketplace illuminated by floating lights that cast a soft, natural glow over narrow, winding streets lined with shops. Each store had a distinct architectural style, reflecting its owner and the wares within. The chatter of nighttime life mingled with the sound of bartering, creating an atmosphere both lively and enchanting.

In this market, Spio saw countless unique and strange goods, from magical ingredients, charms, and sealing items to ancient magical tomes and tools for witches. There were stalls selling magical herbs, mysterious crystals, and various other mystical items.

"This is the Enigma Bazaar," the professor explained, noting Spio's astonished expression. "It's a gathering place for Sorcerers and magical beings from all over the world. They come here to exchange information, discuss magical matters, or seek inspiration.

This place is considered a key hub of magical commerce. The Enigma Bazaar also hosts regular magical performances and competitions for witches, providing opportunities to showcase talent and forge connections. Additionally, courses and workshops on magic are held here.

While you're here, feel free to explore. You won't need to do much at the shop, so take your time to immerse yourself in this place."

They wandered past various stalls ranging from shady vendors of magical ingredients to old bookshops heavy with the scent of aged parchment. The vibrant sounds of commerce, laughter, and whispered magical negotiations filled the air.

As they meandered through the winding streets, Spio felt the richness of the magical world through every store they passed. The light from the floating lamps above illuminated every corner, revealing the peculiar beauty of the magical goods on display. The bustling market gradually erased Spio's loneliness, replacing it with a growing sense of excitement and curiosity.

Eventually, they stopped before a grand store with intricate designs. The storefront was adorned with brilliant magical emblems, every detail of its walls, from the stone columns to the arched windows, showcasing exquisite craftsmanship and attention to detail. The store radiated light, like a beacon in the darkness of the Enigma Bazaar.