After the Frostsilk Dress incident, word spread faster than wildfire. By the time the group stepped out of the emporium, whispers trailed them down the street.
"Did you see that? A million coins on a single card!"
"They're either children of royalty… or monsters."
"No ordinary adventurer carries that kind of fortune."
Merchants who normally shouted at every passerby suddenly lowered their voices, eyes darting nervously toward the pair. A jewelry seller rushed forward, bowing so low his forehead nearly touched the cobblestone.
"Honored guests! Might I interest you in rings crafted with Phoenix Flame rubies? Only 120,000 each!"
Before Venus could respond, another stall owner shoved past him. "Ignore him! My stall carries genuine Leviathan-scale trinkets. Resistant to both fire and frost. A priceless treasure fit for nobles such as yourselves!"
The street transformed in an instant. Where before the air was noisy and carefree, now it was tense, almost reverent.
