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Chapter 90 - BLACKMARKET (3)

Chapter 89: Blackmarket (3)

The gavel rune flared as the Sealing Gem was carted away, tucked into a velvet case marked with Booth Twelve's sigil.

Michael's heart still hadn't slowed down.

That was it. The piece I needed. And they all thought it was worthless.

He leaned back in his chair, fingers brushing the hilt of Sword 'Darken'. The blade pulsed faintly, a whisper of recognition, as though it too understood what he had just secured.

The Mask's cool metal pressed against his skin, keeping his illusion steady. He forced his breathing calm, blending into the shadows of his booth.

The Auctioneer, flawless in her poise, didn't allow the lull to linger. Her crystal-tipped staff tapped once, summoning the next attendants forward.

"And now, Lot 23. For those of a more… martial persuasion."

The stage flared, revealing a longsword laid across black silk. Its blade shimmered faintly blue, the edges honed to a predator's gleam. Runes crawled across the fuller, pulsing like veins.

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