Chapter 400: A Mysterious Bottle, the Soul-Sealing Bottle!

Hermoine blinked, already starting to regret coming. Wasn't this supposed to be an auction? What kind of auction felt like a funeral? There was no buzz, no heat, nothing. The guide led Atreus Lyson and Hermoine to a seat toward the back. Once they sat, he turned and vanished into the darkness. In less than half an hour, every seat around them had filled. Hermoine fidgeted like she had needles under her skin, twisting her hips restlessly. She tried to stand more than once, only to force herself...