The atmosphere in the Auction of Kings had shifted. No longer was this a mere auction—it had become a battleground where wealth and power clashed over a deck of cards.
The Phantom shuffled the deck effortlessly, his gloved fingers moving with precision. "Since this is no ordinary poker game, let's set some real stakes. Each of you must wager something of immense value."
The players exchanged glances. Some hesitated. Others smirked, already prepared.
Ochieng leaned forward, placing a black diamond card on the table. "Fifty million in liquid cash."
Veylith followed, sliding a gold-plated deed. "Thirty percent of my real estate empire."
Kaelthor adjusted his cufflinks before placing down a confidential folder. "Ownership rights to an underground energy corporation. Untouched resources worth billions."
The Phantom smiled. "And I'll wager this—" he pulled out a sealed contract, the seal bearing a crest that only a few recognized. "The rights to a city's underground trade routes. Whoever wins controls its entire economy."
The room went dead silent. This was no ordinary poker match.
The first round began.
The cards were dealt. Each player maintained a poker face, but the tension was thick.
Ochieng studied his hand. Ace of spades. King of hearts. Queen of diamonds. Ten of clubs. A dangerous mix.
Veylith's eyes flickered with amusement as she placed her bet. Kaelthor remained completely still. The Phantom watched them all, calculating every move.
The first round ended.
Ochieng won—barely. Kaelthor folded, Veylith smirked, and the Phantom only chuckled.
"Interesting," the Phantom said. "But we're only getting started."
The next round was about to begin…