With a confident motion, Atlas tossed the tickets into the air, eyes locked on them as they spun, caught the light, and began to shimmer.
The color started to shift.
Brown, brown, brown, brown…
Damn it, "Where's the red?!"
Another brown… then finally, a purple.
Alright, now the red! Come on, red!
Brown, brown, brown… brown.
"Seriously?! Nine browns and one purple?"
Atlas sighed, shaking his head with a wry smile.
He noticed a hint of disappointment on everyone's faces. But he smiled, hiding his own frustration.
Looked like he'd have to keep going until he hit that guaranteed Rank-S pull after all.
Atlas quickly flipped through the nine tickets. Nothing worth getting excited over. With a sigh, he stored them all away in his inventory.
"Okay, now," he said with a grin, holding up the final ticket. "Let's see what's hiding behind this purple card."
The crowd leaned in, visibly buzzing with anticipation.
