Golden Fortune City stood ahead like a jewel on the island. Tall golden walls wrapped around it, shimmering with protective runes. Guards in white and gold armor patrolled the gates, their levels so high Rhys couldn't even see the numbers. Above them floated the banner of the Millennia Auction House—a crest of a phoenix rising from coins.
The crowd was endless. Players of every class, level, and guild streamed through the wide gates. Some wore fine enchanted armor that screamed wealth, others traveled in groups under guild flags, and a few lone wanderers carried strange pets or mounts that drew whispers.
"Damn," Rhys muttered, his eyes scanning the crowd. "This isn't just an auction. It's a gathering of the world's sharks."
Bounce growled low, his golden eyes sharp as he padded close. Puddle clutched his sleeve, her rainbow glow dimmed down so she didn't draw too much attention.