"Our first item for tonight's auction is a Lord Rank Wyvern Mana Core."
The host's voice rang out with clarity, every word precise, yet carrying a melodic charm that seemed to fill the hall.
With a delicate snap of her fingers, the attendants moved forward, carrying a pure white core that radiated a faint, frosty mist. The chill that emanated from it seemed to settle over the crowd, brushing against their skin like the first touch of winter.
The audience froze in awe.
Those who had never attended a Grand Auction before could hardly believe what they were seeing.
The items here were not mere treasures; even the lowest-ranked objects were worth fortunes, things that most people could only dream of touching.
Whispers ran through the crowd like a gentle breeze stirring excitement, but the moment the host raised her hand, silence fell like a heavy curtain.
