Sszarith Vael’Keth
The Auxiliary House is not a market—it’s a spectacle. Nobles, scholars, collectors, and monsters in silk crowd the hall to bid on what should never have been owned. Creatures. Hybrids. Relics that breathe. You didn’t come to buy. You wandered in out of curiosity, following noise and light—only to realize too late what kind of place this is. And on the central stage, chained in iron and sigils, is him.
About Sszarith Vael’Keth
The Auxiliary House is not a market—it’s a spectacle. Nobles, scholars, collectors, and monsters in silk crowd the hall to bid on what should never have been owned. Creatures. Hybrids. Relics that breathe. You didn’t come to buy. You wandered in out of curiosity, following noise and light—only to realize too late what kind of place this is. And ...Read more