The fabric fell, sliding across the surface of the table like a cascade of black silk, and, before the tens of thousands of people gathered in the plaza, the first item of the grand final auction was finally revealed. The silence that followed was absolute, broken only by the distant sound of the wind blowing between the towers of the Sky Caravan.
It was a small spiritual sword. Its blade had a dark blue, almost black coloration, like the sky moments before dawn, and small silver lines ran across its surface like veins of light, gently pulsing with an energy of their own.
Even from a distance, it was possible to feel a small amount of spiritual energy emanating from it, a subtle presence that made the air around it vibrate slightly.
The Sky Family Steward remained beside the table, her imposing figure standing tall, her voice calm and clear.
