"Prepare yourself, Noah. The coincidence seems too much of a fluke. I just have this feeling that whatever is happening right now just had something to got to do with that bastard of a creator of this world.
If anything...you could say that:
The world you knew has already ended."
I clenched my jaw.
Yup.
This wasn't just an auction anymore, not if I took the authors antiques into play.
This was war.
And we were right in the front row.
***
I leaned against the glass balcony, arms folded, letting the cool breeze from the mana vents roll across my neck as I tried to calm myself down.
I was wearing a black turtleneck that hugged my torso just enough to show the lean lines of muscle under it.
The sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, revealing faint veins due to all the sweat from the tension covering them.
My trousers were charcoal grey, slightly faded, snug but not tight, with enough casual elegance to look both expensive and effortless.
