Alex, Camilla, Remus, and Kaelith stood still for a moment, silently taking in their surroundings.
That strange voice still lingered in their minds, like a cold echo that refused to fade.
They glanced around the hall, searching for the source of the voice—but no one was there. No speaker. No mysterious figure. It was as if a ghost had leaned into their heads and whispered directly into their thoughts.
Yet the world around them felt solid.
Too solid.
They were still in the auction house.
Crystal chandeliers shimmered overhead, scattering glittering light over the vast hall. The marble floor beneath their feet was polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting flashes of gold, red, and shadow. Velvet curtains in a deep crimson draped along the walls, heavy and rich, swallowing sound and light at their edges.
