A Short While Earlier…
"Oh no… Ohhh no!!" Robin clasped his head between his hands, his voice a strained whisper as his eyes widened in disbelief. The verbal inferno between Lord Hedrick and Lord Zaryon was reaching critical mass—each word between them felt like a tremor shaking the very foundation of the hall.
Not long ago, his only worry had been whether his credits would be enough. But that concern had been swept away like a leaf in a storm. The real danger was no longer about the price—it was about survival. How, in all the spiraling heavens, was he supposed to bid against two monsters like these?
Mere minutes ago, the auction had felt manageable. Intense, yes—but still a financial affair. Robin had been confident, even if cautiously so. He remained cloaked and concealed, perfectly hidden among the hundreds of clouded observers, his mask and anonymity shielding him from prying eyes. As long as he remained just a number on a screen, he could participate carefully.
