Everyone throughout the auction hall peeled their eyelids back as they watched the auctioneer throw the cloth aside. But Oli snickered and didn't seem fazed by the item's arrival and reveal.
"Ladies! Gentlemen! We have a lightning battle art, early-perennial grade!"
The auctioneer's voice filled the hall and perked the ears of quite a few people. Of course, not everyone had lightning essence to wield such an art. But there were still enough people present to spark at least a small bidding war.
