[One Week Later.]
[Star Nation — The Abyssal Auction Hall.]
The air inside the secret hall was thick with the scent of expensive incense and the metallic tang of hidden intentions. At the front of the room, a man stepped onto the stage. He wore an ivory skull mask that gleamed under the magelights, his eyes twin voids behind the bone.
"Welcome everyone!!"
"Ahh! Lord Jovial is here!!"
"Welcome, Lord Jovial!!"
"Lord Jovial, I want to renew my miracle drugs!!"
"Same here!!"
The audience, composed of the elite from the Nine Nations, erupted in a fervor that bordered on religious worship. These were the pillars of society—dukes, merchant kings, and high priests—all reduced to addicts begging for their next dose of the "Miracle Drug."
