The city pulsed with life—dense, vibrant, and humming with the rhythm of modernization. Above its steel skyline, where glass towers clawed at the heavens, sleek flying cars glided soundlessly along aerial lanes. Their engines purred softly, more like whispers compared to the chaos of human voices down below.
Lein, Laras, and Efan walked with the crowd along a wide, mirror-polished sidewalk. This was the place where the Arcteron Auction would be held—a sprawling megacity that served as a playground for elites and power-seekers alike.
According to the rumors circulating among adventurers, the auction was open exclusively to those of King-tier and above. Rare treasures were expected, but whispers spoke of something even greater—sacred relics and high-grade artifacts, the kind one couldn't find even on the black market, let alone in conventional shops.
