All around the venue, murmurs of disapproval filled the air. Most attendees scoffed at the price tag. Some sneered at the small wooden box like it was an insult. Others simply turned away, waiting for the final item.
In their minds, only the final legendary item truly mattered. Nothing else, especially a stupid one-time consumable, was worth their attention.
Meanwhile, nestled comfortably in the velvet-draped shadows of the VIP section, Damon leaned back in his chair, a sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His crimson eyes glimmered beneath the anonymity-enchanting hood as he watched the madness unfold before him.
Of course, he was smiling. It was because this item was also his handiwork!
What no one in the Valemire City Auction House or the entire Earth Online server knew was the true origin of the so-called top-tier potion. There was no alchemy master behind it. No ancient temple.