Strangely, after the hostess's grand announcement and all the explanations, the auction hall fell silent. No paddles were raised. No murmurs of excitement followed.
It was as if the entire room collectively hesitated — the kind of silence that comes not from disinterest, but from uncertainty.
Collectors whispered softly to their aides. A few even frowned. These wealthy people who had fought savagely over the phoenix egg moments ago and spent dozens of millions of credits over nonsensical items now looked reluctant — unsure whether this egg was worth the risk.
At that moment, Orion felt a tremor in his soul. His natural energy somehow got restless as if it wanted this spirit.
However, his excitement quickly gave way to reality. He didn't have enough funds. Yes, he could ask his parents. Or take a loan from his master in secret, but after moving out of house, Orion walked into a new path and he didn't want to depend on others.
