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The servants bowed again, frantic. "Yes, my lord."
Dickoff's eyes remained cold. Inside them, anger did not flare. It condensed.
Because Dickoff Iron did not rage like a boy. He planned like an experienced person.
Across the city, under different skies of intention, three half-god vampires walked toward the same stage.
And a cold Iron father prepared to sit in the audience.
Tomorrow's auction was not just business. Tomorrow was a meeting point. A gathering of predators who had not yet recognized each other fully.
And somewhere under Dawn House's roof, Sekhmet was still building his trap — unaware that the hunters could not sense him directly, but could already smell the footsteps of his creation.
Meanwhile… The tallest inn in Slik City was not truly the tallest. It was simply the one that mattered.
