I whispered in surprise.
"Yes."
The Ice Lord answered.
"One of the largest guilds on the southern continent."
The Ice Lord extended his hand toward me.
Then opened it.
Inside it was a shell…
Blue like the sea.
The moment I grabbed it…
The Ice Lord's voice echoed inside my mind.
"It's a communication shell."
"Once I pour my energy into it, I can mentally communicate with anyone holding it within a certain range."
"That's impressive."
I whispered.
"But why use mental communication?"
"To tell you this."
The Ice Lord said.
"This tournament was originally meant to be exclusive to the Five Guilds and the masters currently inside the city."
"But."
He whispered.
He paused briefly.
Then continued.
"The grand prize allowed four masters to enter the private auction."
"For the Black Hunt Guild… participating in the auction directly is absolutely forbidden."
"But if the participation comes through a prize…"
A faint smile appeared on his face.
"Then nobody can stop them."
