The bronze doors of the Grand Amphitheater groaned open.
Lin Mo stepped into the colossal hall, followed closely by his companions. The floor beneath their boots was paved with dark volcanic basalt, inlaid with veins of translucent sea-jade that glowed with eerie purple light.
Tiered stone galleries rose sixty feet into the air, seating three thousand dark warlords, pirate admirals, blood-cult elders, and syndicate financiers from across the globe.
Above the central bidding pit floated twelve gargantuan obsidian thrones.
Each throne was suspended by thick chains of cursed black iron, crackling with jagged purple lightning. Seated upon the thrones were the Twelve Immortal Directors of the Global Ouroboros Consortium.
At the center sat First Director Cain.
He appeared as a tall, aristocratic man with bone-white skin and slicked-back crimson hair. He wore ornate gothic plate armor trimmed with black velvet, and his crimson eyes burned with the heavy pressure of a Half-Step Golden Core cultivator.
[Pure-Heart Eye Target Scan: First Director Cain (Age 512).]
