Caine sat on the back of his eagle mount, soaring through the skies toward the central continent where the Void Trading Alliance would be holding its famous Millennium Auction.
An auction that occurred only once every generation. It was the event to attend, where treasures of immeasurable rarity were showcased and displayed for all to bid on.
Caine grumbled in annoyance as he inched closer and closer to the location, counting the seconds until he could return home.
'Hopefully, things go fast.'
***
Caine jumped off his eagle, free-falling from the skies, and landed softly on the ground.
Looking around, he raised a brow in confusion.
He had arrived in a vast, empty plain—wide and airy, covered in lush green grass. At its center stood a tall and grand floating palace, its architecture dazzling and otherworldly.
Intricate carvings ran along its hovering walls, and the base shimmered faintly as though supported by an invisible force.
