Chapter 50
The capital of Velmora, once trapped in the monotony of its daily rhythms, had shifted. Life pulsed differently now. Excitement simmered in the air. Every alleyway conversation—be it from silver-clad nobles or weather-worn vendors—echoed one name:
Crydias.
Word had spread like wildfire about their declaration: a [Grade-5] mana crystal—genuine and untouched—would soon be auctioned off from the very heart of the Crydias estate.
No one knew where the crystal came from.
No one knew who had given it to them.
But everyone knew this—something massive was moving behind the scenes.
The estate, once the target of quiet mockery, had undergone a rapid restoration. Its gates gleamed. Its guards doubled. Its walls whispered of power. And though the date of the auction remained a mystery, the location was confirmed.
Already, shrewd merchant vendors had swarmed the nearby streets, hawking wares and staking claims. They smelled money—not just from Velmora, but from beyond its borders. Whispers confirmed that even neighboring kingdoms had caught wind of the auction.
And yet, in the dark corners of the capital, not everyone celebrated.
Hidden organizations had considered a preemptive strike. But caution held them back.
Who was the real seller?