The banner was set to expire in just eight hours.
Dominic sat in the manor's study, the system interface flickering softly before him. Memories from the past five days swirled in his mind: the tense auction, the glamorous ball, Vora's words, the shimmering fountain, and the shocking revelations.
Across the room, Theresa was already ready for the day, her silk scarf elegantly draped around her neck. Wobbly rested on the windowsill, its glow faint but patient, observing the busy street below. The rest of the household was beginning to wake.
He had been procrastinating, knowing the math was straightforward: three pulls at five hundred tokens each. After this, he'd have just four hundred and five tokens remaining, nearly all he'd earned since the Trials, lost to chance.
Despite everything, he pulled anyway.
