Within the confines of VIP room number two, a commanding figure loomed large against the backdrop of the auction below. Grandmaster Drakon, the owner of the Coiling Dragon City and its auction house, sat ensconced in the shadows, his presence almost palpable to those aware of his identity. His striking red hair and massive build marked him as a person not just of significant physical power but also of immense authority.
Drakon's eyes, sharp and calculating, scanned the auction hall below, his gaze occasionally flicking to the screens showing the bids coming from other VIP rooms. A slow, confident smirk spread across his face as he leaned back in his chair, his voice deep and resonant within the confines of the room.
