"This bidding will start at 100 million moonlight stones!" The auctioneer's booming voice filled the grand hall, resonating over the collective gasp of the audience. His eyes gleamed as he surveyed the crowd. The intensity in the room rose immediately, like a powder keg about to explode. This was the Devil's Blade—the weapon of legend, feared and coveted in equal measure.
"110 million moonlight stones!"
"Keep quiet, you poor wretch—150 million!" A snarling voice retorted, dripping with contempt.
The hall erupted in a cacophony of arguments and bids, each voice more desperate and cutthroat than the last. Tension crackled in the air, palpable and sharp. It wasn't just a bidding war—it was a battlefield. At any moment, it seemed fists might fly, or worse, blades be drawn.