All Chapters of Being sold To The Highest Bidder: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The newly revealed pathway, unlike the others they had traversed, seemed to pulsate with a life of its own, its walls breathing and shifting as if they were organic. The lights within it moved rhythmically, casting dancing shadows that seemed to beckon them forward.Lysandra, her senses heightened, remarked, "This isn't just another corridor. It's alive, reactive. Every step we take will have consequences."Moros, ever observant, noted, "It's not just reacting to our presence. It's responding to our emotions, our intentions. Look." As he spoke, he projected a feeling of warmth, and the pathway responded by illuminating brighter, almost embracing him.Dupree, half amused, commented, "Seems we're on the Crypt's good side for now. But let's not push our luck."Eryx, still shaken by the pool's revelations, whispered to Seraphina, "The futures we saw, the choices ahead... How do we navigate a path so fraught with uncertainty?"Seraphina, squeezing his hand, replied, "One step at a time, to

The dawn's early light found the group poring over ancient texts and scrolls, trying to find any mention of the Lost City of Shadows. The constellation's emblem, so clearly etched in the night sky, served as both a beacon and a mystery.Seraphina, her fingers tracing an old map, remarked, "Legends speak of a city hidden from time, where shadows dance with reality. But no one has ever found it, or if they did, they never returned to tell the tale."Eryx, his gaze fixed on the emblem she had sketched, mused, "Perhaps it wasn't meant to be found until now. The Crypt's challenges, the convergence, it all seems to be leading us there."Dupree, sharpening his blade, added, "Legends or not, we need to be prepared. The path to this city will be fraught with danger."Lysandra, reading from an ancient tome, shared, "The city is said to be located in the Veiled Mountains, a range few have ventured to and even fewer have returned from. It's surrounded by the Enchanted Forest, a place where time d

The interior of the citadel was a marvel of both archaic design and futuristic innovation. Statues of figures from the past stood juxtaposed with shimmering holographic displays showcasing events from various timelines. At the heart of the chamber sat a semi-circular table, and behind it were twelve figures, each representing a distinct era of history.Eryx, taking in the sight, murmured, "This must be the Temporal Council."Seraphina, pointing at one of the figures, whispered, "Look, that's Aeliana! But she seems... different here."Aeliana, or the version of her in this timeline, stood with an air of authority. She acknowledged the group with a nod but remained silent, allowing the central figure at the table to address them.The central figure, an elderly man with a beard that shimmered like the cosmos itself, spoke, "I am Chronos, the Timekeeper, and leader of the Temporal Council. You've caused quite a stir in our timeline."Dupree, stepping forward, replied, "We never intended a

I stood there, frozen in place, my gaze fixed on Seraphina. Those deep cosmic purple eyes were both familiar and alien. The atmosphere inside the temple was charged with the weight of the ancient prophecy pressing down on us."Seraphina?" My voice wavered, trying to reach out to her, hoping that some part of the woman I love was still present.She slowly turned to face me, her expression serene, as if she had glimpsed the vastness of the cosmos. "Eryx," she whispered, her voice layered with countless ages, "We are but stars in a vast sky, bound by destiny's tapestry."Dupree, his voice thick with concern, approached cautiously, "What did the chest show you, Seraphina?"She glanced at the ornate box, now silent and still. "Visions of a time long past, a tale of love and betrayal, of cosmic alignments and rifts torn in the very fabric of existence. Our paths, Eryx's and mine, are older than we thought."Lysandra, her curiosity evident, pressed, "Tell us more. We need to understand."Wit

The walls crept closer, their menacing advance accompanied by the ghostly whispers of ages past. My heartbeat echoed loudly in my ears, every thud a stark reminder of the narrowing window of time.In a desperate bid, I called out, "Seraphina! Can you hear me?"The temple responded with an eerie silence, broken only by a soft, melancholic hum. As I strained my ears, trying to discern its source, a path illuminated on the floor, winding its way through the maze-like interior.Trusting my instincts, I followed the path, each turn leading me deeper into the temple's heart. Along the way, ethereal apparitions appeared, each a fragment of my memories with Seraphina. Some were joyous, others fraught with tension, but all were testaments to our bond.A soft voice, unmistakably Seraphina's, resonated from the shadows. "Do you remember our promise, Eryx?"A memory surfaced—Seraphina and I, under a canopy of stars, hands intertwined, swearing to always find our way back to each other, no matter