A sharp aura whistled past Theodore, leaving behind a trail of lacerations on his body.
"Sir!" He yelled, hoping to make Cayden aware.
However, his warning proved unnecessary, as what happened next left him wide-eyed with disbelief.
Cayden simply raised his right hand and caught the thing between his two fingers, suppressing it on the spot.
Whoosh!
The hectic atmosphere disappeared and the floor returned to calm. Nonetheless, the damages caused by it proved that everything was indeed a reality.
"It's finally over."
"What was that feeling?"
"Didn't it come from the top floor?"
"Was it that guy?"
The guests stared above with sweat on their foreheads.
When they were wondering, Theodore's calm voice reached into their ears.
"Sorry for keeping you all waiting. Let's begin the auction."
