As I freed the remaining beasts, the chaos of the night enveloped the estate. The roars and howls of the creatures echoed in the distance, as they run for their freedom. Yet, even amid the turmoil, I couldn't shake the growing power emanating from Kairos's dagger. It felt like a heartbeat—warm, pulsing, and guiding me toward something important.
The path to the main auction house was unnaturally quiet. The guards I had grown accustomed to seeing were absent, leaving the halls eerily still. It granted me the freedom to tread lightly towards my destination.
As I approached the room Zander had described, the dagger Kairos had given me began to hum softly at my side, a warmth radiating from it that was almost comforting yet unsettling at the same time. I paused, glancing down at the blade, which shimmered faintly in the dim light. What could it mean?
The door was slightly ajar, allowing me to peek inside.
