A magnificent, towering building materialized directly behind Tide, its architectural perfection casting a golden shadow across the higher plane. Tide stood proudly before its massive, heavily sealed gates, sweeping a hand back toward the structure with theatrical flair.
"An auction, hosted jointly by myself and the God of Sovereignty, Krogan, will be held in two months behind these closed gates," Tide announced, his voice ringing with absolute authority. "There, you will bear witness to treasures that my boundless vaults have hoarded until now."
A sharp, mocking edge slipped into his tone as a grin spread across his shark-like face.
"This auction could easily be held today, but I smell the utter broke-ness festering in all of you. These two months are a grace period, a chance for you to scrape together every last ounce of wealth, rare resources, and arcane capital you can possibly accumulate."
