Planet Azakra —
"Still no news?" Elinor's soft, melodic voice echoed delicately through the grand hall, "It's been years since that infamous auction day."
Rinara exhaled deeply, shaking her head with weariness weighing down her tone. "Robin Burton hasn't made a single appearance since that day. Not a word. He hasn't sold a single item, hasn't responded to any of the requests sent to the Chamber of Truth, and all personal message on the Soul Society? Ignored. It's as if he vanished completely from existence—as if the earth itself opened up and devoured him whole."
"How strange…" Elinor murmured as she descended the steps before the throne, her expression thoughtful. "A man like him—someone with his talent, his charisma, his influence—could've amassed unimaginable wealth if he had simply continued working with the Soul Society. He was at the peak of demand. Why would someone like that just… stop?"
