All Chapters of Being sold To The Highest Bidder: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

The darkness was suffocating. A void where sight, sound, and touch seemed to vanish. The guardians, separated in the abyss, tried to reach out, their voices lost in the vast expanse.Seraphina, despite the overwhelming fear, tried to center herself. Whispering incantations, she conjured a small orb of light, illuminating her immediate surroundings. "Altair? Liora? Zephyr?" she called out, but her voice echoed back unanswered.Elsewhere, Liora's staff began to glow, the runes inscribed on it pulsing with a soft blue hue. Clutching it tightly, she said, "Guide me to my comrades." The staff vibrated slightly, pointing in a specific direction.Zephyr, relying on his keen senses, could faintly hear the heartbeat of his fellow guardians. It was distant, but it was something to hold onto. Drawing a deep breath, he murmured, "May the winds guide me," and allowed himself to drift in the direction of the heartbeats.Altair, however, felt a different pull. A voice, hauntingly familiar, whispered

As they journeyed through the ethereal mists, the Echo Scale's glow served as their beacon. Its soft iridescence casting shadows and light in the eerie surroundings. Yet, for all its beauty, the guardians couldn't shake off the unsettling energy it emitted."I've never seen anything like it," Seraphina murmured, reaching out to touch the scale, only to pull back at the last second. "It's almost as if it has... emotions."Elara nodded in agreement. "It resonates with the sirens' ancient magic, filled with their memories and emotions. We must handle it with utmost care."Liora, always curious about magical artifacts, queried, "What happens if one tries to harness its power?"Altair, caution evident in his voice, replied, "Given its origins, I'd advise against trying. The sirens' magic is unpredictable. Besides, we gave our word to Lyria."Suddenly, the ground beneath them began to shake, and a loud rumble echoed throughout the misty landscape. Zephyr, his eyes scanning their surrounding

The soft glow emanating from the newly revealed slot cast a gentle light on the guardians' faces. They exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of the Warden's challenge pressing heavily on their shoulders.Zephyr, looking closely at the merged emblem, whispered, "This... this changes everything."Nocturna, her fingers tracing the intricate design, replied, "It's a combination of all three symbols. But how? What does it represent?"Elara, with a contemplative look, murmured, "The balance. The harmony between night and day, between the stars and the cosmos. We've been thinking linearly, but perhaps this is about the convergence of all forces."Altair, clutching the sun-engraved coin, added, "It's not about individual elements, but how they come together. It's about unity."The murmurs of the fallen challengers seemed to grow louder, their whispered warnings more insistent. Seraphina, her fingers playing with the hilt of her sword, voiced what everyone was thinking, "We can't afford to get

The bustling city roared to life around the guardians, its strange cacophony of sounds and sights overwhelming their senses. Everywhere they looked, the landscape was dominated by technological marvels they couldn't begin to understand. People walked by, paying them no mind, immersed in their own worlds via tiny devices in their hands or speaking to seemingly no one with tiny buds in their ears.Seraphina, trying to get her bearings, said, "We need to blend in. We're drawing too much attention."Elara, clutching her pendant, nodded. "Agreed. But first, we need to understand where, or rather, *when* we are."A holographic screen nearby caught Liora's attention. "2023," she read aloud, pointing to the date displayed. "That's... that's hundreds of years from our time."Nocturna squinted, watching the vehicles hovering above. "This is nothing like the tales of the 'future' I've heard."Lyria hesitantly approached a nearby vendor selling what appeared to be clothes. "Excuse me, kind sir,"

Elara found herself standing in the middle of a sunlit meadow. The vibrant hues of wildflowers painted the ground, and the gentle hum of bees and the distant laughter of children filled the air. Memories from her childhood flooded her senses.She saw her younger self, her golden hair wild and free, chasing after butterflies with her younger brother, Lysander. The joy in their faces was contagious, and for a moment, Elara wished she could join them, to relive those simple moments of happiness."Remember this day?" a voice from behind her whispered. Elara turned to find Lysander, not as the boy in her memories but as the man he'd become before his tragic death."Lysander?" Her voice trembled, eyes filling with tears.He smiled, the same comforting smile he always had, even in the face of adversity. "It's not really me, Elara. This is just a fragment of what was. Of what could've been.""Why bring me here? To remind me of the pain?"He shook his head. "Not to torment you, but to remind y