Deep in the dark Abyss, a single bright light flickered calmly against the gloom.
It was a city built atop a massive mountain ten thousand meters high, standing like a giant beacon above the Abyss lands.
At the mountain's base, Raphael stood pale, his body twitching involuntarily as his eyes burned with intense pain.
He looked up at the light in the sky, took a deep breath, and spoke slowly:
"My Lord Ethan, at the auction hosted by Suncrest Mercantile, is there really something that can ease my suffering?"
The six-winged demon behind Ethan's back slowly unfurled his wings. With clear impatience, he glanced at Raphael and answered:
"Of course! Do you doubt Lord Theodore's word?"
"If I didn't have something urgent to do in Heartspire, I wouldn't waste my time dragging you along."
"That Aiden even stole a Pure-blood Dragon Egg I worked so hard to get!"
"And you lost to him?!"
