Chapter 95, First blood.

The oppressive atmosphere of the Mystic Brilliance Auction House grew denser, every breath seemingly laced with tension. Darkwood’s eyes burned with a fierce determination, his gaze never leaving Liam.

The arrival of additional county level blessed created an even more oppressive shift in the air, as if the very fabric of reality trembled under their combined presence.

Liam stood his ground, the remnants of the shattered blackwood tree at his feet. His crimson aura roared and crackled around him like a living flame, pulsing with the raw power of suppression.

From the shadows, figures began to emerge, thirteen in total, each one cloaked in an oppressive aura. Their eyes gleamed with a malevolent intent, and the unique blessings they possessed radiated with an ominous energy. The auction house groaned under their combined pressure, as though it struggled to contain the impending chaos.

Darkwood’s voice cut through the tension like a blade. "You’ll regret ever crossing us," he spat, hi