The moment Baines spotted the battered No. 15 golem, his decision was made.
Its connection to Barak Stoneveil, the 4th Imperial Commander and legendary golem master, was irrelevant; he wanted it. He wasn't even aware of its source.
'Eye,' he commanded silently, scanning the auction hall. Enraged aura signatures flared from the 7th Division members scattered among the guests, their fury palpable at the Black Sun's audacity in possessing such a prize. Only the presence of civilians restrained them, though their gazes also locked onto Baines' VIP Section 2, questioning his bold bids.
"Sir, are you sure about this?" Glamon's lead guard stepped forward, his face etched with worry. The other guards and servants mirrored his unease, sensing something amiss with their master's uncharacteristic calm.
"Go and bring my items," Baines ordered, his voice steady in Glamon's guise.
