The Epic Tale of Chaos vs Order - Chapter 1077

Chapter 1077: Wings of the Draconic Tempest Chapter 1077: Wings of the Draconic Tempest His eyes were cold as he detected a unique form of radiation now spreading from his body, tainting the surroundings, and making it very easy for people to track him down.

It was nearly imperceptible, and Cain would never have found it if he was not actively searching for it.

‘They will come for me after the auction is over and I leave the Commerce Association.

Otherwise, it would affect the “reputation” of the Millennium Auction House.’ Cain could not help but sneer again, but he did not let those thoughts bother him too much and began to think about the incoming clash.

Although Cain was confident in his strength, that did not mean he would take the other party lightly.

If they were from one of the great powers of the South Coast Alliance, they might have Stellar Abyss Legends among their ranks.

Cain would have the factor of surprise, as the other party would be unaware he knew of their future attack, which would give him a chance, but he still had to be ready and in peak condition if he wanted to not just win but kill all of them.

Of course, Cain no longer bid for the Abyssal Core, and Richard declared the young man in the Celestial Throne as the winner.

People were still shocked and buzzing over the massive price that the small obsidian orb obtained, all of them wondering what kind of secret it held, but now that it was in the hands of the young man in the Celestial Throne, none of them dared to even think of stealing it.

As the auction continued, the Millennium Auction House maintained its rhythm of intrigue and allure.

Richard, the auctioneer, resumed his role with theatrical flair, describing each unique and mysterious object in turn, trying to draw interest from the bidders.

“These objects, like whispers from forgotten eras, carry secrets that await discovery,” Richard intoned, his voice filled with mystery as he presented each item with care.

Artifacts of all shapes and sizes appeared one after another.

A shimmering crystalline globe that emitted strange musical tones, a black dagger with an unknown inscription etched onto its blade, and a mirror said to reflect one’s true desires.

Each item was accompanied by Richard’s enticing commentary, intended to spark curiosity and drive the bids higher.

Despite Richard’s efforts, Cain felt nothing special from these mysterious items.

His Eye of Gluttony and True Name remained unresponsive, leaving him uninterested in what the auction offered during this segment.

He sat back in his pod, allowing others to indulge in the speculative allure of these enigmatic artifacts, while he forged a battle plan.  As the auction moved past its segment of mystery and returned to more conventional bidding with analyzed items and clear depictions of their power, Cain began to pay closer attention once more.

His focus sharpened, searching for treasures that would truly enhance his capabilities.

A few more items passed-armors enchanted to resist various elements, weapons forged from rare materials-before something captured Cain’s attention.

The golden gate shimmered as Richard introduced the next item.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the ‘Wings of the Draconic Tempest,’ a legendary artifact capable of enhancing the speed and agility of its bearer.” A soft gasp rippled through the audience as the wings appeared on stage.

They were a magnificent sight to behold-crafted from iridescent scales that shimmered with hues of blue and gold.

The wings seemed to pulse with energy, creating a faint aura around them.

“These wings are not merely ornamental but a top-tier Middle-Grade Legendary Artifact,” Richard continued, his voice rich with excitement.

“Forged in the heart of a thunderstorm by the ancient Dragonlords.

When worn, they enhance the bearer’s speed and reflexes, allowing them to move with the swiftness of a tempest itself.

They also possess the unique ability to blend with draconic bloodlines or abilities, allowing their power to reach the next level.” Cain’s interest was piqued immediately.

The Wings of the Draconic Tempest resonated with his desire for increased speed, an asset he knew would complement his existing abilities, especially Dragonform, and that would help him greatly in the incoming clash.

The prospect of blending them seamlessly with his draconic powers was too enticing to ignore.

“The Wings of the Draconic Tempest can be integrated with the bearer’s body, granting unparalleled agility and the ability to navigate through even the fiercest of battles with ease,” Richard elaborated, his words echoing through the hall.

“Their enchantments also provide a defense, as their durability makes them just as strong as a Middle-Grade Legendary armor.” The initial bid started at three thousand spirit coins, and Cain quickly assessed the competition.

His resolve was steely, knowing these wings could significantly bolster his combat prowess and help him emerge victorious in the incoming clash.

The competition for the wings was fierce but more measured than the chaotic bidding for the Abyssal Core.

Many understood the value of the wings and were cautious in their approach.

“Four thousand spirit coins,” another voice echoed from the hall, but Cain remained unfazed.

“Four thousand five hundred,” Cain finally placed his bid, his eyes fixed on the shimmering wings, determination etched into his expression.

The bid rose steadily, with each contender carefully calculating their limits.

The allure of the wings was undeniable, but Cain’s focus never wavered.

“Eight thousand eight hundred spirit coins,” came a bid from a Legend.

Those seated in the normal seats lost interest as the price rose beyond seven thousand spirit coins.

Cain immediately responded with nine thousand five hundred.

As the bidding reached its peak, the other contenders began to drop out.

Luckily this time none of the people on the Celestial Throne seemed interested in the artifact.

The room held its breath as the bidding slowed upon rising above twelve thousand spirit coins.

Richard’s voice rang out, declaring Cain the winner.

“Sold to the Legendary bidder for twelve thousand five hundred spirit coins!” A sense of triumph washed over Cain as he secured the Wings of the Draconic Tempest, his confidence in the incoming fight growing stronger.