Chapter 229 Tears of Moon

Chapter 229 Tears of Moon

The week passed by in the blink of an eye.

I've attended lectures and spent my time training with Robbin or training my new Mana Art.

Although I had spent more than a week immersing myself in the Shadow Art, it felt as if I was making small to no progress.

I was still stuck at the 'Novice' proficiency level, which made me frown every time I thought about it.

Sigh...

Well, that was to be expected since this Shadow Art is of the highest quality, the seven start Mana Art.

It would be stupid to expect in a week's time to become a master at it. The source of this content nov(el)bi((n))

"Do I have more time?"

Looking at my wristwatch, I realized that there were barely a few hours left before 'that'.

I quickly stood up from my seat and hurriedly grabbed my belongings.

A jacket and my wallet.

The brisk autumn air hit me as I stepped out of my apartment, the cool breeze serving as a reminder that time waits for no one. Clutching my jacket tighter, I briskly navigated the hallways of the Academy, each step echoing with a sense of urgency.

My Mana Art training could wait; 'that' was approaching, and I couldn't afford to be late.

The corridors were filled with the murmur of students discussing the day's lectures and the excitement of honing their respective skills.

As I neared the campus gates, the sprawling architecture of the academy gave way to the open expanse beyond. The golden hues of the setting sun bathed the surroundings in a warm glow, casting long shadows on the cobblestone paths. The crisp sound of leaves crunching beneath my shoes provided a rhythm to my hurried steps.

Reaching the gates, I glanced at the towering clock nearby. Time was slipping away, and I quickened my pace. The distant hum of city life beckoned as I stepped onto the bustling streets. The sun had dipped below the horizon, and the city lights began to twinkle like distant stars.

Summoning a taxi wasn't as easy as it sounded. The bustling streets were alive with activity, and the competition for cabs was fierce. I raised my hand, signaling to every passing taxi, until finally, one pulled over. I hopped in, my heart still racing with the fear of being late.

"Swiftly to the Main Street Auction House."

I instructed the driver.

The city lights blurred as the taxi weaved through traffic, each passing moment increasing the tension. The hum of the engine and the occasional honk of horns formed a chaotic symphony, a backdrop to my racing thoughts.

Peering out the window, I watched the familiar landmarks pass by - the shimmering lights of the entertainment district and the imposing structures of the financial district. The Auction House loomed ahead, a beacon of anticipation.

As we approached, I could see the grandeur of the building, its architecture telling tales of centuries past. The taxi slowed, and I paid the driver with a hurried thanks. I stepped out onto the curb, the imposing doors of the Auction House beckoning.

The auctioneer gestured, and a pair of attendants emerged, bearing an ornate chest between them. The lid creaked open to reveal an artifact that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. The auctioneer's voice wove a tale of a forgotten kingdom, buried deep within the Veiled Mountains, and the mystical powers imbued in this relic by a long-gone sorcerer.

"As we unveil the first item of the evening, I present to you the Crown of Ethereal Shadows, once worn by the ruler of the hidden kingdom. Legend has it that whoever dons this crown gains the ability to traverse between realms, their form becoming an elusive specter in the night."

The crowd murmured in awe, eyes fixed on the shimmering artifact. I, too, found myself drawn into the narrative, my imagination dancing with the possibilities that such an item held.

However, it was most likely fake.

There is no way such an item would exist and I wouldn't know of its existence.

As the auctioneer continued his soliloquy, each item brought forth had a story to tell. A dagger forged from the heart of a fallen star, said to cut through the fabric of reality itself.

A cloak woven from the threads of a celestial spider, granting its wearer the gift of ethereal invisibility. The tales were spun with a deftness that transported the audience to realms only whispered of in ancient times.

"And now, ladies and gentlemen, the pièce de résistance of our evening."

The auctioneer announced a glint in his eyes that hinted at the rarity of what was to come.

The attendants carefully placed a small, unassuming box on the platform. The auctioneer lifted the lid, revealing a delicate crystal vial filled with a luminescent liquid.

"The Tears of the Moon."

He declared, his voice hushed with reverence.

"Said to be collected in the Silver Glade under the light of a rare celestial alignment. One drop of this elixir bestows the drinker with visions of the past, present, and future."

Gasps of wonder filled the hall as the bidders exchanged intrigued glances. I felt a surge of excitement, my heart pounding at the prospect of possessing such a unique and powerful item.

As the auction neared its climax, my initial restlessness returned. The energy in the room crackled, and I found myself squirming in bidders.

"500 Hundred thousand acorns!"

my seat, the anticipation becoming almost palpable. The auctioneer, sensing the eagerness of the crowd, began to quicken the pace, each item presented with a flourish and met with escalating bids.

My gaze lingered on the Tears of the Moon, the final allure of the night. The auctioneer's words became a distant hum as my thoughts swirled with the possibilities this rare elixir held.

With each bid, my restlessness intensified. The desire to possess the Tears of the Moon became an unrelenting force, eclipsing all else. As the bidding war reached its zenith, I could no longer contain my impatience. My fingers drummed against the armrest, and my eyes darted nervously between the auctioneer and the rival bidders.

"500 Hundred thousand acorns!"

As the last seconds ticked away, I finally spoke, making the entire room fall silent.

I might be overpaying for the item but I really need it.

I can't keep living without the knowledge of what happened to me or rather what happened to this body I inhabit.