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    The auctionunched officially, each item sparking waves of excitement and fierce bidding wars.


    True to form, Crown Auctions unveiled treasures more astounding than those from four years prior. Here, money flowed like water—final bids soaring beyondmon reckoning.


    Elliana remained calm, indifferent to all but Lunathorn. At the host’s announcement of Lunathorn, she straightened, bracing for a storm of bids.


    Adah handled the bidding, while the Four Guardians stayed alert for threats. Elliana, as mastermind, orchestrated their moves.


    Once bidding opened, the starting price was $100 million, with increments of $10 million.


    Elliana watched silently,posed and calcting.


    When bids reached $180 million, a sudden voice pierced the room. “$500 million!”


    Elliana turned, her eyes narrowing to catch the challenger’s face.


    The bid leapt from $180 million to a staggering $500 million in a single breath—clearly, the person behind it wasn’t just wealthy. They were in a league of their own.


    Every eye in the room turned toward the source. A young man stood tall in a crisp suit, his face streaked with paint like a phantom, masking his true identity.


    Adah leaned in close to Elliana and murmured, “Could he be from ze Wildfire?”


    Elliana’s lips curved slightly, but she shook her head. “No. If ze Wraith were involved, we’d see the price soar to around 3 billion for this Lunathorn. It’s far too soon for them to make a move.”


    No sooner had the words left her mouth than another offer sliced through the air. “$510 million.”


    Adah rolled her eyes and let out a dry chuckle. “Really? Just ten million more? At this pace, we’ll still be here by sunrise.”


    Elliana said nothing. She knew better. In a game like this, patience was armor. One impulsive bid could expose too much, too soon.


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    The numbers climbed slowly, steadily, until the price finally hit 1 billion.


    To Elliana’s quiet astonishment, the room fell still. No new offers came. The auctioneer scanned the crowd. “Do I hear more than 1 billion?” Silence. He asked again. And again. Still, no one spoke.


    The auctioneer lifted his gavel. “Going once… Going twice—”


    Before he could bring it down, Elliana’s voice rang out. “1.1 billion!” A spark ignited in the auctioneer’s eyes. “Do I hear a bid higher than 1.1 billion?” he called out eagerly.


    He repeated the question three times, but the silence held firm. Atst, with finality, he dered, “Sold—for 1.1 billion!”


    Elliana had been waiting for those from ze Wildfire to fiercelypete with her, but despite her expectations of a 3 billion bid, she won the bid at 1.1 billion. That didn’t sit right. Could those from ze Wildfire have skipped the auction entirely? But that couldn’t be. Matthew’s intel had been rock-solid. ze Wildfire had been scouring the world for Lunathorn—they wouldn’t just back down. So what happened?


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