Baines, still disguised as Mr. Glamon, fled the collapsing auction hall with the panicked guests.
Outside the mansion, he prepared to shed his disguise, but a new threat emerged: another Black Sun small army. A knight leader in gleaming armor stood at the forefront, flanked by five knights, each backed by five operatives—a mirror of the Black Sun's rigid hierarchy.
'Another knight leader?' Baines mused, his mind racing. Two knight leaders for one auction? This auction was critical to their plans.
They must've needed the money for something.' His mind whirred into calculation. 'It should be related to the war.' He concluded. Except that they needed no disturbances and a smooth process, there was no reason for two knight leaders.
"Who are they?" a guest stammered, pointing at the formation.
"Are they here to help us?" another asked, fear creeping into their voice.
