The Golden Scale Auction House had been fully restored to its former and opulent glory.
Operating entirely within the pristine and climate-controlled safety of the hexagonal dome of the White City, the establishment had become the undisputed economic epicenter of the surviving world.
The heavy mahogany doors were guarded by elite mercenaries, and the interior smelled of expensive incense and polished quartz.
Vahn Ryker did not wait in the crowded and chaotic lobby. Accompanied by his Vanguard and his Priestess, he was escorted directly to a heavily warded VIP booth suspended above the primary auction floor.
Below them, the grand hall was packed with the desperate remnants of the corporate elites.
Men and women who had once ruled Sovereign City now sat in tense and nervous clusters. They had lost their levels, their armies, and their physical headquarters to the Convergence.
