Chapter 65: Silent Call

The auctioneer's voice echoed through the hall, commanding everyone's attention. "And now, we present the item you've all been waiting for—the Nightfall Talisman."

A veil of silence fell over the room as the pedestal, illuminated by a faint, unnatural glow, revealed the Talisman. The jagged shard encased in silver filigree seemed to pulse with life, its surface shimmering with an eerie, otherworldly light. It was as though the artifact itself held a will of its own, yearning to be freed. The air grew thick with tension, and every attendee's gaze locked onto the relic.

"The bidding will begin at three thousand five hundred Golden Krass," the auctioneer announced.

Immediately, from a dark corner of the hall, bidder number forty-three— raised hus hand as an open palm raising the bid with five hundred.

"Four thousand Krass," the auctioneer declared, acknowledging the bid with a nod.