C89 At the Auction Site

The bipedal Snakemen lingered only briefly, as it had already detected the scent it was searching for—the unmistakable aroma of food.

Thus, it swiftly departed, slithering through the dense fog, inching ever closer to the area heavy with the scent of humans.

The epicenter of the crowd within the club was, of course, the auction itself.

At that moment