"Are we late?" An ancient voice echoed across the entire city.
"Old man, even you came? I thought you'd long turned into bones under your grave." Another voice laughed, its sound shaking the Azure Phoenix City.
"Hmph, the former Emperor of the Trevan Empire, huh? I thought you were dead."
One by one, the ancient voices appeared, and along with them, their wills descended from the sky and entered the palace where the auction was being held.
Each of them entered the VIP room that bore their name. Even though they were nothing more than pure strands of will, their presence caused the space-time around them to bend.
Reality itself was giving warnings of collapse, as if the world could fall apart at any moment.
Everyone present — including Daniel, Kyros, Andreas, and Ilaris — felt their very existence begin to crumble. They couldn't withstand even the pressure of these pure wills.
