"Stone..."
Firebrand whispered his name under her breath, her gaze lingering on Marcus's retreating figure long after he had begun to disappear into the crowd. A quiet warmth spread through her chest, soft and unfamiliar, carrying with it a fragile mix of longing and something dangerously close to hope.
For Marcus, the night was far from over.
As he walked away from the auction house, his mind kept circling back to the same number.
Three hundred and sixty million gold.
Even now, it felt unreal. A single Guild Creation Token had sold for an amount that completely defied common sense. The scale of Dominion, the sheer intensity of its economy and competition, kept pushing beyond anything he had expected.
He hadn't even made it a few dozen yards before his private messages started lighting up one after another.
