The auction hall lights dim even lower as the glow is set on the stage. It was clear that the air was burning with even greater anticipation than before—the main event was starting. This was the moment the rich would have their battle.
The auctioneer stepped forward, his movements strangely ceremonial, even pompous.
"Now," the auctioneer began, drawing the attention of the entire hall, "for the moment many of you have been waiting for, we present some of the highest-tier martial techniques available in all of Byzeth."
Aric stood. This was it, one of the main reasons he had come. However, he knew no one would just let him have it. Those in the basic section would likely not bother placing a bid. For them, all they gained from this moment during the auction was the entertainment of watching the rich and powerful fight to prove who was wealthier.
