The roar of the crowd was like a physical wave.
The lesser races, the "dust" of the Dragon World, were no longer silent.
They saw in Ryan a beacon of hope.
If a human could stand twelve feet tall with the aura of a Primordial Titan, then their own destinies were no longer written in stone.
The auction host let the applause ring out for a full minute before raising her hands for silence.
Her smile was sharp, knowing she now held the keys to the kingdom.
"As you can see," she said, her voice amplified to every corner of the hall, "the miracle is real. We have four vials of the Bloodline Awakening Serum remaining."
"These are the keys to shaping the fate of any lower race."
"We do not have a starting price tag for these. The highest bidder will gain them. Let us begin!"
The hall turned into a battlefield.
It was no longer just about the money.
It was about the survival and elevation of entire species.
