Within one of Dawnstar City's secluded high-class mansions, an oppressive silence hung in the air.
The room was wide and circular, its walls layered with soundproofing formations and privacy arrays. A long obsidian table stood at the center, surrounded by figures cloaked in expensive robes—men whose identities could shake entire districts if revealed.
A man slammed his fist onto the table.
"Someone just robbed our betting arena of two billion spirit stones!"
The words landed like thunder.
"What?!" another figure barked. "How is that even possible?"
"You recovered the money, didn't you?" a third voice demanded sharply.
The first man fell silent.
That silence stretched.
Slowly, he shook his head. "That's… exactly what I'm reporting here."
The temperature in the room seemed to drop.
"You lost that amount?" someone hissed. "With our safeguards in place?!"
"With that kind of money on the line," another snapped, "you sent them, didn't you?"
