A hush fell over the VIP chambers as the new item was brought forward under thick cloth, carried by three armored attendants. The air shifted, and even Mozrael sat up straighter.
The cloth dropped and gasps rippled through the hall.
A black blade rested on velvet, its edge thin as moonlight, but its presence thick with weight. Runes crawled like fireflies across its surface, pulsing with violet heat. Whispers erupted as people started to share their thoughts on the item's worth.
"From the Ruined Maw…"
"A cursed blade—drenched in sovereign blood."
"A relic from the Forgotten Lineage…"
The auctioneer could barely contain himself. "We begin bidding at five hundred thousand gold coins!"
Kesha raised her hand, slowly, but Aramith caught her wrist.
"Wait."
A darkness clung to it, something familiar. His eyes narrowed as he studied it more.
Mozrael looked between them, alert, Kesha's eyes sharpened. "You want it?"
