The entire auction house was silent for a solid five seconds after Venus D. Romero dropped the bomb.
"The Hollows…have returned."
I swear I could hear my own heartbeat echoing in the room because of all the silence.
And then—boom.
Screams, gasps, whispers, and pure unfiltered chaos broke out like someone had set a damn fire to everyone's seats.
I leaned back against the glass railing of the private room, my arms folded, trying not to let my poker face crack. But deep down? Yeah, I was shook. My throat clenched, and my brain was trying to register if what he said was even real.
The Hollows.
A name I hear only heard from my Dad's mouth and come to know more about after coming into this kingdom...
There was nightmare folklore spread wide around the reguon. But this wasn't a dream, I realised.
And Venus wasn't the type to joke.
Not when the world was watching.
