The Drakhan Auction (2)

Liora moved quietly through the grand auction hall, her steps deliberate and measured as she surveyed the intricate details that had consumed her thoughts for weeks. The golden light from the floating mana lamps bathed the hall in a warm glow, highlighting the smooth marble floors and the dazzling array of magical artifacts now perfectly positioned on their pedestals. Each item sparkled with its own aura of mystique, and Liora couldn't help but let a smile tug at the corners of her lips.

Her adopted sister, Ithra, followed close behind, her sharp eyes scanning the same scene but with a far more cautious mindset. While Liora was brimming with excitement, Ithra remained grounded, a deep furrow between her brows as they walked.

"The hall looks ready," Liora mused aloud, pausing to admire a particularly magnificent mana crystal, its core pulsating gently with light. "It's more than ready—it's perfect."