Her deep worry wasn't baseless.
That dark market was infamous—only hardened criminals, deranged supervillains, and the most morally bankrupt individuals ever dared to become customers.
There were no guarantees.
No safety. Not even basic privacy.
Triggering a powerful, bloodthirsty supervillain just by buying the wrong item was a very real possibility.
In short, being a customer there wasn't worth the risk—even if the items were world-breaking and came without any annoying restrictions.
"It's fine," Cruxius replied casually, his broad shoulders relaxing as if it were a trivial matter. "Either way, I needed to tell you this—from now on, you'll follow whatever I say."
He spoke not to reaffirm his absolute authority—he already knew Darithi's body and soul would obey him—but to make things crystal clear before the upcoming, violent announcement hit the news.
