It was the 16th day of the Month of Looming Frost. The auction held at Remnant Coast was about to commence.
It was supposed to be a conventional monthly auction, which usually didn't have many participants. But for some reason, there were way more people than expected attending.
Theron stood on the ceiling of the inverted pyramid-shaped auction building and observed the Remnant Coast from above.
The weather was… terrible, considering how the whole place was troubled by a sandstorm. But this was pretty common since Remnant Coast was located in the middle of a desert. Besides, the sandstorm wasn't a big problem for supernatural individuals.
As the auctioneer, Theron had taken on the habit of observing participants before the auction started. He remained on the windy rooftop and gazed at the approaching crowds. However, he wasn't really interested in the apprentices. He meant to keep an eye out for the coming wizards and prepare accordingly.