With the conclusion of the bidding, the auctioneer stepped forward, her expression was one that was filled with gratitude.
She doesn't know when will she host this kind of event again so she was had really given it all.
"Thank you, esteed Survivors, for your spirited participation. May the items you've acquired today serve you well in the days ahead. Until we et again, stay vigilant and thrive."
As the Survivors filed out, the hall echoed with the chatter of deals they had made and so of them even made so guesses about the identity of Bidder 1101.
***
In the anti, as Shane stepped out of the Grand Auction Hall, the clamor of the auction faded behind him.
After reaching the outer hall, he paused for a mont, noting the array of Flathrowers that had been sold after he purchased the first Flathrower….
Nonetheless, the other displayed items still lined the corridor, untouched and pristine. It seed that they would still be used in future auctions.
He pondered these possibilities as he walked outside.
Finding a quiet spot near a stately pillar, Shane pulled out his communicator.
The gentle burble of a nearby fountain provided a soothing backdrop as he typed a ssage to Raze, informing her of his location.
[ Shane: I'm by the pillar near the fountain outside the Grand Auction Hall. ]
Raze, who had been waiting for Shane's ssage, read the ssage and scanned the dispersing crowd for Shane.
Her eyes caught sight of him, and for a mont, her breath caught in her throat. There he stood, the man who had beco her unexpected ally, his figure outlined against the marble pillar.
He was dressed in an army set that seed to resonate with a subtle but unmistakable aura, suggesting it was of a higher tier than most.
His black hair was a stark contrast to the pale stone behind him, and his eyes, when they t hers, were a deep, fathomless black.
'This guy looked cooler than I expected… So this is the Top 1 Ranker…' Raze thought to herself after seeing Shane…
Although Shane didn't confirm it, she had a very good instinct… To be honest, even Roan felt cautious around him. Sothing that Roan had only done when they t the Tyrant Zombie before.
'There's no doubt about it then.' Raze thought as she look a deep breath.
There was a strength in his stance, a calm assurance in the way he carried himself that spoke of his battle experience.
Raze approached, her heart beating a rhythm she hadn't expected.
"Shane?" She called out, her voice steady despite the flutter in her chest.
Shane turned, and a smile touched his lips—a smile that seed to transform his handso features into sothing almost otherworldly.
"Raze," he replied, his voice carrying over the sound of water from the nearby fountain. "I see you got my ssage."
They stood there for a mont, two Survivors brought together by circumstance and need. Raze felt a surge of gratitude for this man who had agreed to help her without a second thought, and she knew that this alliance would be the beginning of sothing significant.
"Yes… I'm not late, right? The others are on their way… I already sent a ssage to them." Raze said, her eyes shifted to the area where the other people are... "Lyra and Jaxon were inside the Grand Auction Hall. You probably t them already. Kael and Tessa were just exploring the bazaar and should be here in no ti."
As they conversed, the sound of approaching footsteps heralded the arrival of Raze's companions.
First to erge from the crowd was Lyra, her presence wasn't strong but her movent was graceful. She was tall and lithe, with auburn hair that perfectly fit her fair skin. Her archer's poise was unmistakable, even in the way she walked…
Jaxon followed, his deanor was calm and analytical. He was of dium build but carried himself with the assurance of a man who had outmaneuvered death more tis than one could count. His attire was that of a tactician, pockets and belts laden with tools and gadgets that spoke of a mind always at work.
From the direction of the bazaar ca Kael, his approach less conspicuous but no less assured. His hair was a tangle of chestnut waves, and his hands bore the stains of herbs and potions. It seed that he really went to check plenty of herbs and potions today.
There was a gentleness to his features that probably shows her talent—a healer whose very presence seed to ward off the gloominess of the apocalypse.
Beside him was Tessa. Her movents were subtle, and her figure was wrapped in cloaks that would surely blend in the darkness. Her eyes, a piercing blue, scanned the surroundings with the vigilance of one who knew the value of stealth. She was the embodint of the scout and was actually Raze's first friend among the four.
As they converged around Shane, each offered a nod of respect. Lyra's gaze lingered on Shane's army set, noting its quality with an archer's keen eye.
"Impressive gear…" She comnted as she was curious whether he was really the Shadow Strider that had appeared in the Leaderboard.
Although Shane looked cool in his Army Set, she could think that he was the Shadow Strider.
'Well, I can't be expecting him to look like a Death God or sothing with that nickna…' Lyra shook her head as she rembered that the nicknas were randomized. It doesn't really an that Shane walks into the shadow and has to appear wearing a dark cloak and hiding his face with a black mask.
Jaxon, on the other hand, extended a hand and was glad that Shane accepted it.
"A pleasure to et the man of the hour…" He said, a slight smile playing on his lips. He wanted to test Shane's strength, and he confird that this man was indeed above his level!
Kael offered a warm smile, his healer's aura providing a sense of ease. "Your reputation precedes you…" He said mysteriously, his voice soft yet resonant.
Tessa remained silent, her nod sufficient.
Her eyes, however, spoke volus, acknowledging Shane's strength as a fellow warrior of the wasteland.
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