Amidst the aftermath of the explosion, panic rippled through the auction house like wildfire. All attendees and workers present at the auction, as well as all the important places within the auction house, were each enveloped in protective water spheres.
A man wearing a tiger mask flipped his cape, conjuring a gust of wind that cleared the dust, and some poison fumes, as well as some small fires around them.
"The air is poisoned!" gasped the announcer, covering his nose as a stinging sensation afflicting the lungs of the weaker people around, and also alerting everyone.
"Protect our customers!"
"Madam, the slaves!" a servant yelled, pointing towards the area designated for keeping slaves, now open due to the explosion. A foul stench of rotten blood filled the air, drawing a displeased look from Mrs. Bear.
