Evolving My Undead Legion In A Game-Like World

The numbers climbed with sharp efficiency. The bidders weren’t wasting time or posturing. They wanted her, and they had the money to back it.

Michael’s hand hovered near the signaling gem embedded in the armrest of his chair. One tap would raise his bid by the minimum. A second would double it.

He watched the elf’s face.

Arianne noticed.

"You’re thinking about it," she said quietly, almost amused.

The bidding had reached 5,900.

Then, for the first time, a pause.

Silence stretched like drawn wire.

The auctioneer lifted his hand slightly. "Do I hear six thousand?"

Michael tapped the gem. Just once.

The bidding crystal embedded in the balcony wall lit up faintly.