At that moment, without wasting another second, Camilla and her friends walked into the Arctic Store with slow, deliberate steps, their heels clicking softly against the polished floors. They kept their posture straight, shoulders slightly raised, acting as though they were too important to be amazed by anything ordinary. Yet their eyes couldn’t help but scan the interior in awe.The room was cold and pristine, matching the name Arctic. Pale blue lights shimmered down from above, casting a subtle glow over the white marble floor and glass display cases. The shelves were spaced out deliberately, creating an air of exclusivity. Every item inside looked ancient, yet refined—some plated with silver, others carved from wood so dark it looked black. A few artifacts were resting on velvet cushions, enclosed within transparent crystal boxes.The auditioneer, a slim woman in a navy suit and white gloves, moved gracefully in front of them. She was their guide, her voice soft yet filled with pri