Chapter 88: Blackmarket (2)
The Auction of Shadows opened before him like a theater carved underground.
Balconies lined the massive hall, each curtained with enchanted silk to obscure the nobles within. Below, the central floor spread wide with rows of seats, all angled toward a crystalline stage. The air smelled faintly of incense and wealth.
Dozens of masked figures already filled the chamber. Some wore gilded robes, others bore heavy armor inscribed with mana seals. Their voices mixed in a low hum, conversations dripping with greed and anticipation.
Michael clenched his jaw under the Loki Mask.
This wasn't his world. He didn't belong here. But tonight, he had no choice.
An attendant in black approached, faceless under a smooth white mask. "This way, honored guest."
Michael nodded once and followed.