Inside his private booth, the only Grade 5 VIP room in the entire tower, Ethan leaned back into a chair made of stardust silk.
Puffin was perched on his lap, munching on a Chaos Grade grape.
Through the one-way enchanted glass, Ethan could see the entire auction hall. Thousands of seats were filled, and the energy in the room was electric, vibrating with the collective greed of the most powerful beings in the sector.
"Okay, Puffin," Ethan whispered, a sharp glint in his eyes. "Let's start the auction. Shall we?"
He pressed a small rune on his armrest.
Instantly, the lights in the grand hall dimmed, and a single pillar of brilliant light focused on the stage.
The host Ethan had chosen stepped forward.
She was a woman of ethereal beauty, wearing a gown that looked like it was woven from the aurora borealis. Her voice, amplified by the tower's formations, was clear and enchanting.
