Chapter 125 Echoes of the Repository

The shimmering portal deposited them in a bustling marketplace, a stark contrast to the tranquil moon they had just left behind. The air buzzed with activity, a cacophony of languages and the rhythmic clanging of metal echoing through the tightly packed stalls. Dwarven merchants hawked their wares, their gruff voices competing with the melodic calls of avian vendors perched atop brightly colored carts. Elara, Jax, and Kai, their faces weathered from their journey, stood mesmerized, overwhelmed by the sheer vibrancy of the scene. "Welcome to the Repository," a voice rasped beside them. They turned to find the Keeper, its hooded figure dwarfed by the towering figures of the surrounding Dwerven merchants. "This place is… unexpected," Elara stammered, her voice barely audible over the din. The Keeper chuckled, a dry rasp that did little to mask its ancient wisdom. "The Repository is more than just a storehouse of knowledge, child. It is a nexus of trade, a haven for those who seek